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de ideea de Beula a lui Blake, unde toate Contrariile sînt la fel de adevărate. De aici, spune Steiner, germenele divin a pătruns în om doar prin cristalizarea corpului fizic 270. La Blake, spectrul fără trup nu poate exista, este moarte veșnică; spectrul este absența timpului, prin care lumea Temporalului-Los devine, prin polarizare, posibilă. Altfel, totul ar fi veșnicie atemporala, plinătatea ce nu poate fi decît plinătate. În sistemul lui Blake există prin urmare următoarea ecuație crucială: intrarea în temporal se face prin
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polarizare, posibilă. Altfel, totul ar fi veșnicie atemporala, plinătatea ce nu poate fi decît plinătate. În sistemul lui Blake există prin urmare următoarea ecuație crucială: intrarea în temporal se face prin căderea în polarizarea: entitate căzută (+) și non-entitatea entității căzute (-) (Spectrul). Corespunde fragmentarii plinului în plin haotic (parțial lipsit de ordine datorită acțiunii atractorilor haotici) și un gol fantomatic, spectral, iluzoriu. La Blake, umbră este de fapt sufletul căzut, sălășluind undeva în trup. Întoarcerea în vidul cosmic a lui Enion (ființă
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bitter sighs And said: "Return, O wanderer, when the day of Clouds is o'er." Șo saying, he sunk down into the șea, a pale white corse. În torment he sunk down & flow'd among her filmy Woof, 75 Hîș spectre issuing from hîș feet în flames of fire. În gnawing pain drawn ouț by her lov'd fingers, every nerve She counted, every vein & lacteal, threading them among Her woof of terror. Terrified & drinking tears of woe Shudd'ring she
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sleepers în all their Dreams, Creating spaces, lest they fall into Eternal death. The Circle of Destiny complete, they gave to it a space, And nam'd the space Ulro, & brooded over it în care & love. 100 They said: "The Spectre is în every man insane & most "Deform'd. Thro' the three heavens descending în fury & fire "We meet it with our songs & loving blandishments, & give "To it a form of vegetation. But this Spectre of Tharmas "Is Eternal Death. What
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care & love. 100 They said: "The Spectre is în every man insane & most "Deform'd. Thro' the three heavens descending în fury & fire "We meet it with our songs & loving blandishments, & give "To it a form of vegetation. But this Spectre of Tharmas "Is Eternal Death. What shall we do? O God, pity & help!" 105 Șo spoke they, & clos'd the Gate of the Tongue în trembling fear. ["What have I done," said Enion, "accursed wretch! What deed? "Is this a
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all that I behold "Within my soul has lost its splendor, & a brooding Fear "Shadows me o'er & drives me outward to a world of woe." 115 Șo wail'd she, trembling before her own Created Phantasm.] She drew the Spectre forth from Tharmas în her shining loom Of Vegetation, weeping în wayward infancy & sullen youth. List'ning to her soft lamentations, soon hîș tongue began To lisp ouț words & soon, în masculine strength augmenting, he 120 Rear'd up a
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that shall reply? 135 "No other living thing is here. The Șea, the Earth, the Heaven, "And Enion, desolate; where art thou, Tharmas? O return." Three days she wail'd & three dark nights, sitting among the Rocks While the bright spectre hîd himself among the vailing clouds. Then sleep fell on her eyelids în a Chasm of the Valley. 140 The sixteenth morn the Spectre stood before her manifest.] The Spectre thus spoke: "Who art thou, Diminutive husk & shell "Broke from
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return." Three days she wail'd & three dark nights, sitting among the Rocks While the bright spectre hîd himself among the vailing clouds. Then sleep fell on her eyelids în a Chasm of the Valley. 140 The sixteenth morn the Spectre stood before her manifest.] The Spectre thus spoke: "Who art thou, Diminutive husk & shell "Broke from my bonds? I scorn my prison, I scorn & yet I love. "If thou hast sinn'd & art polluted, know that I am pure "And
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three dark nights, sitting among the Rocks While the bright spectre hîd himself among the vailing clouds. Then sleep fell on her eyelids în a Chasm of the Valley. 140 The sixteenth morn the Spectre stood before her manifest.] The Spectre thus spoke: "Who art thou, Diminutive husk & shell "Broke from my bonds? I scorn my prison, I scorn & yet I love. "If thou hast sinn'd & art polluted, know that I am pure "And unpolluted, & will bring to rigid strict
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sitt'st before me. "And art thou Tharmas? all thy soft delusive beauty cannot "Tempt me to murder my own soul & wipe my tears & smile " În this thy world, not mine: tho' dark I feel my world within." 165 The Spectre said: "Thou sinful Woman, was it thy deșire "That I should hîde thee with my power & delight thee with my beauty? "And now thou dark'nest în my presence; never from my sight "Shalt thou depart to weep în secret
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în fearful forms & howling, howling, harsh shrieking, Howling, harsh shrieking; mingling, their bodies join în burning anguish.] Mingling hîș brightness with her tender limbs, then high she soar'd 175 Above the ocean; a bright wonder, Nature, Half Woman & half Spectre; all hîș lovely changing colours mix With her fair crystal clearness; în her lips & cheeks hîș poisons roșe În blushes like the morning, and hîș scaly armour softening, A monster lovely în the heavens or wandering on the earth, 180
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hîș lovely changing colours mix With her fair crystal clearness; în her lips & cheeks hîș poisons roșe În blushes like the morning, and hîș scaly armour softening, A monster lovely în the heavens or wandering on the earth, 180 [With spectre voice incessant wailing, în incessant thirst, Beauty all blushing with deșire, mocking her fell despair. Wandering desolate, a wonder abhorr'd by Gods & Men,] Till, with fierce pain, she brought forth on the rocks her sorrow & woe: Behold two little
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wearier, 205 Faded, & her bright Eyes decay'd, melted with pity & love. And then they wander'd far away, she sought for them în vain: În weeping blindness, stumbling, she follow'd them o'er rocks & mountains, Rehumanizing from the Spectre în pangs of maternal love. Ingrate they wander'd, scorning her, drawing her spectrous Life, 210 Repelling her away & away by a dread repulsive power Into Non Entity, revolving round în dark despair And drawing în the spectrous life în
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a visionary of Jesus, the soft delusion of Eternity? 330 "Lo I am God, the terrible destroyer, & not the Saviour. "Why should the Divine Vision compell the sons of Eden "To forego each hîș own delight, to war against hîș spectre? "The Spectre is the Man. The rest is only delusion & fancy." Thus Urizen spoke, collected în himself în awful pride. 335 Ten thousand thousand were hîș hosts of spirits on the wind, Ten thousand thousand glittering Chariots shining în the
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of Jesus, the soft delusion of Eternity? 330 "Lo I am God, the terrible destroyer, & not the Saviour. "Why should the Divine Vision compell the sons of Eden "To forego each hîș own delight, to war against hîș spectre? "The Spectre is the Man. The rest is only delusion & fancy." Thus Urizen spoke, collected în himself în awful pride. 335 Ten thousand thousand were hîș hosts of spirits on the wind, Ten thousand thousand glittering Chariots shining în the sky. They
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Justling together în the void, suspended by inward fires. Impatience now no longer can endure. Distracted Luvah, "Bursting forth from the loins of Enitharmon, Thou fierce Terror, "Go howl în vain! Smite, smite hîș fetters! smite, O wintry hammers! "Smite, Spectre of Urthona! mock the fiend who drew uș down 425 "From heavens of joy into this deep. Now rage, but rage în vain!" Thus sang the demons of the deep; the Clarions of war blew loud. The Feast redounds, & Crown
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arise again to life. Embalm'd în Enion's bosom 520 "Enitharmon remains a corse; such thing was never known "În Eden, that one died a death never to be reviv'd. "Urthona stood în terror, but not long; hîș spectre fled "To Enion, & hîș body fell. Tharmas beheld hîm fall "Endlong, a raging serpent rolling round the holy tent. 525 "The sons of war, astonish'd at the Glitt'ring monster, drove "Hîm far into the world of Tharmas, into
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join'd to hîș left side, în griding pain. He, falling on the rocks, bellow'd hîș dolor till the blood Stanch'd: then în ululation wail'd hîș woes upon the wind. And Tharmas call'd to the Dark Spectre who upon the shores With dislocated Limbs had fall'n. The Spectre roșe în pain, 65 A shadow blue, obscure & dismal; like a statue of lead, Bent by its fall from a high tower, the dolorous shadow roșe. "Go forth
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the rocks, bellow'd hîș dolor till the blood Stanch'd: then în ululation wail'd hîș woes upon the wind. And Tharmas call'd to the Dark Spectre who upon the shores With dislocated Limbs had fall'n. The Spectre roșe în pain, 65 A shadow blue, obscure & dismal; like a statue of lead, Bent by its fall from a high tower, the dolorous shadow roșe. "Go forth," said Tharmas, "works of joy are thine: obey & live, "Șo shall the
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resting place for Los & Enitharmon, then "Thou shalt have rest. If thou refusest, dash'd abroad on all "My waves, thy limbs shall separate în stench & rotting, & thou 75 "Become a prey to all my demons of despair & hope." The Spectre of Urthona seeing Enitharmon, writh'd Hîș cloudy form în jealous fear, & muttering thunders hoarse And casting round thick glooms, thus utter'd hîș fierce pangs of heart: "Tharmas, I know thee: how are we alter'd, our beauty decay
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s beating, grateful to the Ears Of Los absorb'd în dîre revenge; he drank with joy the cries Of Enitharmon & the groans of Urizen, fuel for hîș wrath And for hîș pity, secret feeding on thoughts of cruelty. The Spectre wept at hîș dîre labours when from Ladles huge 195 He pour'd the molten iron round the limbs of Enitharmon. But when he pour'd it round the bones of Urizen, he laugh'd Hollow upon the hollow wind
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Falling down on the rock, ăn iron chain link by link lock'd. Enitharmon beheld the bloody chain of nights & days Depending from the bosom of Los, & how with griding pain He went each morning to hîș labours with the spectre dark, 95 Call'd it the chain of Jealousy. Now Los began to speak Hîș woes aloud to Enitharmon, since he could not hîde Hîș uncouth plague. He siez'd the boy în hîș immortal hands, While Enitharmon follow'd
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uncouth plague. He siez'd the boy în hîș immortal hands, While Enitharmon follow'd hîm, weeping în dismal woe, Up to the iron mountain's top, & there the jealous chain 100 Fell from hîș bosom on the mountain. The spectre dark Held the fierce boy. Los nail'd hîm down, binding around hîș limbs The accursed chain. O how bright Enitharmon howl'd & cried Over her son! Obdurate, Los bound her loved Joy. The hammer of Urthona smote the rivets
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with fury from the immortal demon. Surrounded with flames the Demon grew, loud howling în hîș fires; 110 Los folded Enitharmon în a cold white cloud în fear, Then led her down into the deeps & into hîș labyrinth, Giving the Spectre sternest charge over the howling fiend, Concenter'd into Love of Parent, Storgous Appetite, Craving. Hîș limbs bound down mock at hîș chains, for over them a flame 115 Of circling fire unceasing plays; to feed them with life & bring
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Chain 170 Sustained by the Demon's life. Despair & Terror & Woe & Rage Inwrap the Parents în cold clouds aș they bend howling over The terrible boy, till fainting by hîș side, the Parents fell. Not long they lay; Urthona's spectre found herbs of the pit. Rubbing their temples, he reviv'd them; all their lamentations 175 I write not here, but all their after life was lamentation. When satiated with grief they return'd back to Golgonooza, Enitharmon on the
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