How can the dreamer explain himself to the logician?
The logician asks me,
"why do you think it's so tragic to give up your emotions? Do they not harm you? Make you directionless, drive you toward small ends and have you no plan at all?"
They do all of those things.
But logicians realize too late (or never at all)
that the question was long irrelevant before it was asked.
The nature of the most powerful emotions is not the same as any well-tempered reasoning.
It is not a proof or a sequence, nor is it to be dissected like some equivocal specimen, an object awaiting its anthropic purpose.
No. This dream has no science, nor will it ever.
Great feeling is a power - a pure, luminous, unified explosion of perfect harmony, boundless and eternal.
It is not a creation; it can never fly lower than the apex, and it ripples through the mental universe,
a long exposure of the omni-chromatic god.
And what is logic to a god?
Explain the depths of emotion, the soaring complex,
and the vitality of the chokehold of the bond of love?
You must never ask me.
There is no answer within such an idle question. To ask is to acknowledge
that you'll never know at all.
The logician asks me,
"why do you think it's so tragic to give up your emotions? Do they not harm you? Make you directionless, drive you toward small ends and have you no plan at all?"
They do all of those things.
But logicians realize too late (or never at all)
that the question was long irrelevant before it was asked.
The nature of the most powerful emotions is not the same as any well-tempered reasoning.
It is not a proof or a sequence, nor is it to be dissected like some equivocal specimen, an object awaiting its anthropic purpose.
No. This dream has no science, nor will it ever.
Great feeling is a power - a pure, luminous, unified explosion of perfect harmony, boundless and eternal.
It is not a creation; it can never fly lower than the apex, and it ripples through the mental universe,
a long exposure of the omni-chromatic god.
And what is logic to a god?
Explain the depths of emotion, the soaring complex,
and the vitality of the chokehold of the bond of love?
You must never ask me.
There is no answer within such an idle question. To ask is to acknowledge
that you'll never know at all.
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