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Let's talk shit.
Let's talk shit.
All Great Thinkers live and move on a high plane of thought(I'm not a great thinker).It is only there they can breathe freely.It is only in contact with spirits like themselves they can live harmoniously and attain that serenity which comes from ideal companionship.
I cannot remember the name of any illuminative genius who did not drink his inspiration from fountains of ancient Greek and Hebrew writers ; or such among the moderns as were pupils in ancient thought, and, in turn, became masters in their own.I have always thought that the strongest argument in favor of the Baconian theory was, that no man, however indubitabal his genius, could have written the plays and sonnets that have come down to us under Shakespeare's name who had not the liberal education of Bacon.
How this habit of intercourse with the gods makes ones impatient of mere men.The magnificient ideals that have ever haunted the human mind, and give us our highest proofs of a future immortality by reason of the impossibility of their fulfilment here, are splintered into atoms by contact with life's realities.Hence comes our sublime discontent.We will notice that our first sensation after reading a great book is one of melancholy and dissatisfaction.
The ideas, sentiments, expressions, are so far beyond those of ordinary working life that we cannot turn apart from one to the other without an acute sensation and consciousness of the contrast.And the principles are so lofty, so super - human that it is a positive pain, if once we become imbued with them, to come down and mix in the squalid surroundings of ordinary humanity.It may be spiritual or intellectual pride that is engendered on the high plane of intellectual life.But, whatever it is, it becomes inevitable.