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Becoming is -- the first
and final aspect of thought; its middle is that
which stands still; that which does not move --
falls; thus the concept, the connection between
them, falls -- into nomenclature; into the sound of
an empty word; this standing still of thought is --
standing in the moment; moments fly by; and the
concepts fly away in them; and not by their own
free will, but by the will of the milieux carrying
them; the cinematographer of the life of thought,
the association of thoughts without any sense of
that under the mask of the term is -- chaos: the
reverse side of the nomenclature of
concepts.
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The visibility of thought could
have been otherwise; and thought could have been a
babbling of boiling, illuminating, resounding,
singing beings; the logic of philosophy is a
paysage of the world (we shall erect the universe)
--
-- of the unknown, non-existent
planet; thus
Earth developed from the
Moon; we labor with our
thoughts over the planet no-name;
let us suppose -- Jupiter
is its name; the
illumination of thoughts in words can be likened to
the illumination of angelic thoughts in the embryos
of the animals; and we, the people, are -- in
day
four of the Earth; and
we are angels on . . . Jupiter, where the
senses-thought-will will weave the firmaments, the
waters, and the earths; words here are bodies;
utterances of speech are -- acts; words -- these
are the cradles, into which will come the still
unborn souls, walking along the corridors of
constructed thoughts into the cathedral of
incarnations; beneath our skin thought is -- a
being; but thought is -- only the skin of beings of
the being of our thoughts; and it condenses
as..."Jupiter." Along these same corridors of
angelic thoughts we walked on the day of the Moon,
so as to arrive on the day of Earth to the paysage,
which encompasses the visible world; the paysages
of nature are -- congealed thoughts of spiritual
beings; their concepts, which have become a term; a
mechanistic glance at nature is -- an association
of thoughts without any sense of the beings who
remained behind on the luna; a dead world -- a mask
of spirits remained behind, thrust upon us from the
Moon.
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