Following
Emerson:
The corn and the wine have been freely
dealt to all creatures, and the never-broken silence with which the old bounty
goes forward, has not yielded yet one word of explanation.
There
is a silence that does transcend the last word.
Should
it have been the last?
Or the first, when coming upon the fisherman.
What
should I say? Will I disturb the fish?
De
minimis: when it comes to river bank, bobber-fishing.
De
maximis: when Emerson gets to writing.
But when the mind opens, and reveals the
laws which traverse the universe, and make things what they are, then shrinks
the great world at once into a mere illustration and fable of this mind. What
am I? and What is? asks the human spirit with a curiosity new-kindled, but
never to be quenched. Behold these outrunning laws, which our imperfect
apprehension can see tend this way and that, but not come full circle. Behold
these infinite relations, so like, so unlike; many, yet one. I would study, I
would know, I would admire forever. These works of thought have been the
entertainments of the human spirit in all ages.