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翱翔1981 更新:2021-02-27 00:27 字数:9321
is one bit of the mystic consciousness; and our total opinion of
it must find its place in our opinion of that larger whole。
'232' Crichton…Browne expressly says that Symonds's 〃highest
nerve centres were in some degree enfeebled or damaged by these
dreamy mental states which afflicted him so grievously。〃
Symonds was; however; a perfect monster of many…sided cerebral
efficiency; and his critic gives no objective grounds whatever
for his strange opinion; save that Symonds complained
occasionally; as all susceptible and ambitious men complain; of
lassitude and uncertainty as to his life's mission。
Nitrous oxide and ether; especially nitrous oxide; when
sufficiently diluted with air; stimulate the mystical
consciousness in an extraordinary degree。 Depth beyond depth of
truth seems revealed to the inhaler。 This truth fades out;
however; or escapes; at the moment of coming to; and if any words
remain over in which it seemed to clothe itself; they prove to be
the veriest nonsense。 Nevertheless; the sense of a profound
meaning having been there persists; and I know more than one
person who is persuaded that in the nitrous oxide trance we have
a genuine metaphysical revelation。
Some years ago I myself made some observations on this aspect of
nitrous oxide intoxication; and reported them in print。 One
conclusion was forced upon my mind at that time; and my
impression of its truth has ever since remained unshaken。 It is
that our normal waking consciousness; rational consciousness as
we call it; is but one special type of consciousness; whilst all
about it; parted from it by the filmiest of screens; there lie
potential forms of consciousness entirely different。 We may go
through life without suspecting their existence; but apply the
requisite stimulus; and at a touch they are there in all their
completeness; definite types of mentality which probably
somewhere have their field of application and adaptation。 No
account of the universe in its totality can be final which leaves
these other forms of consciousness quite disregarded。 How to
regard them is the questionfor they are so discontinuous with
ordinary consciousness。 Yet they may determine attitudes though
they cannot furnish formulas; and open a region though they fail
to give a map。 At any rate; they forbid a premature closing of
our
accounts with reality。 Looking back on my own experiences; they
all converge towards a kind of insight to which I cannot help
ascribing some metaphysical significance。 The keynote of it is
invariably a reconciliation。 It is as if the opposites of the
world; whose contradictoriness and conflict make all our
difficulties and troubles; were melted into unity。 Not only do
they; as contrasted species; belong to one and the same genus;
but one of the species; the nobler and better one; is itself the
genus; and so soaks up and absorbs its opposite into itself。
This is a dark saying; I know; when thus expressed in terms of
common logic; but I cannot wholly escape from its authority。 I
feel as if it must mean something; something like what the
hegelian philosophy means; if one could only lay hold of it more
clearly。 Those who have ears to hear; let them hear; to me the
living sense of its reality only comes in the artificial mystic
state of mind。'233'
'233' What reader of Hegel can doubt that that sense of a
perfected Being with all its otherness soaked up into itself;
which dominates his whole philosophy; must have come from the
prominence in his consciousness of mystical moods like this; in
most persons kept subliminal? The notion is thoroughly
characteristic of the mystical level and the Aufgabe of making it
articulate was surely set to Hegel's intellect by mystical
feeling。
I just now spoke of friends who believe in the anaesthetic
revelation。 For them too it is a monistic insight; in which the
OTHER in its various forms appears absorbed into the One。
〃Into this pervading genius;〃 writes one of them; 〃we pass;
forgetting and forgotten; and thenceforth each is all; in God。
There is no higher; no deeper; no other; than the life in which
we are founded。 'The One remains; the many change and pass;' and
each and every one of us IS the One that remains。 。 。 。 This is
the ultimatum。 。 。 。 As sure as beingwhence is all our
careso sure is content; beyond duplexity; antithesis; or
trouble; where I have triumphed in a solitude that God is not
above。〃'234'
'234' Benjamin Paul Blood: The Anaesthetic Revelation and the
Gist of Philosophy; Amsterdam; N。 Y。; 1874; pp。 35; 36。 Mr。
Blood has made several attempts to adumbrate the anaesthetic
revelation; in pamphlets of rare literary distinction; privately
printed and distributed by himself at Amsterdam。 Xenos Clark; a
philosopher; who died young at Amherst in the '80's; much
lamented by those who knew him; was also impressed by the
revelation。 〃In the first place;〃 he once wrote to me; 〃Mr。
Blood and I agree that the revelation is; if anything
non…emotional。 It is utterly flat。 It is; as Mr。 Blood says;
'the one sole and sufficient insight why; or not why; but how;
the present is pushed on by the past; and sucked forward by the
vacuity of the future。 Its inevitableness defeats all attempts
at stopping or accounting for it。 It is all precedence and
presupposition; and questioning is in regard to it forever too
late。 It is an initiation of the past。' The real secret would be
the formula by which the 'now' keeps exfoliating out of itself;
yet never escapes。 What is it; indeed; that keeps existence
exfoliating? The formal being of anything; the logical
definition of it; is static。 For mere logic every question
contains its own answerwe simply fill the hole with the dirt we
dug out。 Why are twice two four? Because; in fact; four is
twice two。 Thus logic finds in life no propulsion; only a
momentum。 It goes because it is a…going。 But the revelation
adds: it goes because it is and WAS a…going。 You walk; as it
were; round yourself in the revelation。 Ordinary philosophy is
like a hound hunting his own tail。 The more he hunts the farther
he has to go; and his nose never catches up with his heels;
because it is forever ahead of them。 So the present is already a
foregone conclusion; and I am ever too late to understand it。
But at the moment of recovery from anaesthesis; just then; BEFORE
STARTING ON LIFE; I catch; so to speak; a glimpse of my heels; a
glimpse of the eternal process just in the act of starting。 The
truth is that we travel on a journey that was accomplished before
we set out; and the real end of philosophy is accomplished; not
when we arrive at; but when we remain in; our destination (being
already there)which may occur vicariously in this life when we
cease our intellectual questioning。 That is why there is a smile
upon the face of the revelation; as we view it。 It tells us that
we are forever half a second too late that's all。 'You could
kiss your own lips; and have all the fun to yourself;' it says;
if you only knew the trick。 It would be perfectly easy if they
would just stay there till you got round to them。 Why don't you
manage it somehow?〃
Dialectically minded readers of this farrago will at least
recognize the region of thought of which Mr。 Clark writes; as
familiar。 In his latest pamphlet; 〃Tennyson's Trances and the
Anaesthetic Revelation;〃 Mr。 Blood describes its value for life
as follows:
〃The Anaesthetic Revelation is the Initiation of Man into the
Immemorial Mystery of the Open Secret of Being; revealed as the
Inevitable Vortex of Continuity。 Inevitable is the word。 Its
motive is inherentit is what has to be。 It is not for any love
or hate; nor for joy nor sorrow; nor good nor ill。 End;
beginning; or purpose; it knows not of。
〃It affords no particular of the multiplicity and variety of
things but it fills appreciation of the historical and the sacred
with a secular and intimately personal illumination of the nature
and motive of existence; which then seems reminiscentas if it
should have appeared; or shall yet appear; to every participant
thereof。
〃Although it is at first startling in its solemnity; it becomes
directly such a matter of courseso old…fashioned; and so akin
to proverbs