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And then when I sought for consolation in the various faculties man is possessed of & which I felt burning within meāI found that spirit of union with love & beauty which formed my happiness & pride degraded into superstition & turned from its natural growth which could bring forth only good fruit:ācrueltyā& intolerance & hard tyranny was grafted on its trunk & from it sprung fruit suitable to such graftsāIf I mingled with my fellow creatures was the voice I heard that of love & virtue or that of selfishness & vice, still misery was ever joined to it & the tears of mankind formed a vast sea ever blown on by its sighs & seldom illuminated by its smilesāSuch taking only one side of the picture & shutting wisdom from the view is a just portraiture of the creation as seen on earth
But when I compared the good & evil of the world & wished to divide them into two seperate principles I found them inextricably intwined together & I was again cast into perplexity & doubtāI might have considered the earth as an imperfect formation where having bad materials to work on the Creator could only palliate the evil effects of his combinations but I saw a wanton malignity in many parts & particularly in the mind of man that baffled me a delight in mischief a love of evil for evils sakeāa siding of the multitudeāa dastardly applause which in their hearts the crowd gave to triumphant wick[ed]ness over lowly virtue that filled me with painful sensations. Meditation, painful & continual thought only encreased my doubtsāI dared not commit the blasphemy of ascribing the slightest evil to a beneficent GodāTo whom then should I ascribe the creation? To two principles? Which was the upermost? They were certainly independant for neither could the good spirit allow the existence of evil or the evil one the existence of goodāTired of these doubts to which I could form no probable solutionāSick of forming theories which I destroyed as quickly as I built them I was one evening on the top of Hymettus beholding the lovely prospect as the sun set in the glowing seaāI looked towards Athens & in my heart I exclaimedāoh busy hive of men! What heroism & what meaness exists within thy walls! And alas! both to the good & to the wicked what incalculable miseryāFreemen ye call yourselves yet every free man has ten slaves to build up his freedomāand these slaves are men as they are yet d[e]graded by their station to all that is mean & loathsomeāYet in how many hearts now beating in that city do high thoughts live & magnanimity that should methinks redeem the whole human raceāWhat though the good man is unhappy has he not that in his heart to satisfy him? And will a contented conscience compensate for fallen hopesāa slandered name torn affections & all the miseries of civilized life?ā
Oh Sun how beautiful thou art! And how glorious is the golden ocean that receives thee! My heart is at peaceāI feel no sorrowāa holy love stills my sensesāI feel as if my mind also partook of the inexpressible loveliness of surrounding natureāWhat shall I do? Shall I disturb this calm by mingling in the world?āshall I with an aching heart seek the spectacle of misery to discover its cause or shall I hopless leave the search of knowledge & devote myself to the pleasures they say this world affords?āOh! noāI will become wise! I will study my own heartāand there discovering as I may the spring of the virtues I possess I will teach others how to look for them in their own soulsāI will find whence arrises this unquenshable love of beauty I possess that seems the ruling star of my lifeāI will learn how I may direct it aright and by what loving I may become more like that beauty which I adore And when I have traced the steps of the godlike feeling which ennobles me & makes me that which I esteem myself to be then I will teach others & if I gain but one proselyteāif I can teach but one other mind what is the beauty which they ought to loveāand what is the sympathy to which they ought to aspire what is the true end of their beingāwhich must be the true end of that of all men then shall I be satisfied & think I have done enoughā
Farewell doubtsāpainful meditation of evilā& the great, ever inexplicable cause of all that we seeāI am content to be ignorant of all this happy that not resting my mind on any unstable theories I have come to the conclusion that of the great secret of the universe I can know nothingāThere is a veil before itāmy eyes are not piercing enough to see through it my arms not long enough to reach it to withdraw itāI will study the end of my beingāoh thou universal love inspire meāoh thou beauty which I see glowing around me lift me to a fit understanding of thee! Such was the conclusion of my long wanderings I sought the end of my being & I found it to be knowledge of itselfāNor think this a confined studyāNot only did it lead me to search the mazes of the human soulābut I found that there existed nought on earth which contained not a part of that universal beauty with which it [was] my aim & object to become acquaintedāthe motions of the stars of heaven the study of all that philosophers have unfolded of wondrous in nature became as it where [sic] the steps by which my soul rose to the full contemplation & enjoyment of the beautifulāOh ye who have just escaped from the world ye know not what fountains of love will be opened in your hearts or what exquisite delight your minds will receive when the secrets of the world will be unfolded to you and ye shall become acquainted with the beauty of the universeāYour souls now growing eager for the acquirement of knowledge will then rest in its possession disengaged from every particle of evil and knowing all things ye will as it were be mingled in the universe & ye will become a part of that celestial beauty that you admireā[98]
Diotima ceased and a profound silence ensuedāthe youth with his cheeks flushed and his eyes burning with the fire communicated from hers still fixed them on her face which was lifted to heaven as in inspirationāThe lovely female bent hers to the ground & after a deep sigh was the first to break the silenceā
Oh divinest prophetess, said sheāhow new & to me how strange are your lessonsāIf such be the end of our being how wayward a course did I pursue on earthāDiotima you know not how torn affections & misery incalculable miseryāwithers up the soul. How petty do the actions of our earthly life appear when the whole universe is opened to our gazeāyet there our passions are deep & irrisisbable [sic] and as we are floating hopless yet clinging to hope down the impetuous stream can we perceive the beauty of its banks which alas my soul was too turbid to reflectāIf knowledge is the end of our being why are passions & feelings implanted in us that hurries [sic] us from wisdom to selfconcentrated misery & narrow selfish feeling? Is it as a trial? On earth I thought that I had well fulfilled my trial & my last moments became peaceful with the reflection that I deserved no blameābut you take from me that feelingāMy passions were there my all to me and the hopeless misery that possessed me shut all love & all images of beauty from my soulāNature was to me as the blackest night & if rays of loveliness ever strayed into my darkness it was only to draw bitter tears of hopeless anguish from my eyesāOh on earth what consolation is there to misery?
Your heart I fear, replied Diotima, was broken by your sufferingsābut if you had struggledāif when you found all hope of earthly happiness wither within you while desire of it scorched your soulāif you had near you a friend to have raised you to the contemplation of beauty & the search of knowledge you would have found perhaps not new hopes spring within you but a new life distinct from that of passion by which you had before existed[99]ārelate to me what this misery was that thus engroses youātell me what were the vicissitudes of feeling
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