Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree. All things swim and glitter. Our life is not so much threatened as our perception. Ghost-like we glide through nature, that she was so sparing of her fire and so liberal of her earth, that it appears to us that we lack the affirmative principle, and though we have health and reason, yet we have no super-fluity of spirit for new creation? We have enough to live and bring the year about, but not an ounce to impart or to invest. All that our Genius were a little more of a Genius.
Ralph Waldo Emerson in his 1838 essay, Experience churns the mighty mixture of unconscious thoughts within us and we discover a taste for the unknown, the undiscovered and the untamed portion of the self. Our life is never threatened, but our perception of it dangles on the precipice of our distorted beliefs. Life is a series of endless experiences that cross the boundaries of our objective knowing and bury themselves in the shroud of death.
We invest and impart tangible things in physical life and those things melt away in the creativity of death. We wallow in that creativity and blossom within the super-fluity of our eternal life. We are the genius than creates more of a genius. We are the genius that frolics and lingers through all lifetimes.
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