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Crystal Cabinet
The world of things entered your infant mind
To populate that crystal cabinet.
Within its walls the strangest partners met,
And things turned thoughts did propagate their kind.
For, once within, corporeal fact could find
A spirit. Fact and you in mutual debt
Built there your little microcosm - which yet
Had hugest tasks to its small self assigned.
Dead men can live there, and converse with stars:
Equator speaks with pole, and night with day;
Spirit dissolves the world's material bars -
A million isolations burn away.
The Universe can live and work and plan,
At last made God within the mind of man.
--- Julian Huxley
Think of it this way: Religion is the placenta of reason. When the child is born, the placenta is discarded. It was a part of you that is discarded when you are born. You don't carry it around with you all your life, although you owe your life to it, and its death.
The universe, in mankind, became conscious of itself. I/you/he/she am not a separate thing, but a dynamic process in the whole. In this, physicists and mystics agree.
In the individual, the infantile self is the placenta of the reborn, (in Buddhism, the enlightened), human.
That is the message of the poem. It is the message of the Buddha and the message of Jesus, somewhat extended by biology, chemistry, physics and cosmology. Does it speak to you?
The world of things entered your infant mind
To populate that crystal cabinet.
Within its walls the strangest partners met,
And things turned thoughts did propagate their kind.
For, once within, corporeal fact could find
A spirit. Fact and you in mutual debt
Built there your little microcosm - which yet
Had hugest tasks to its small self assigned.
Dead men can live there, and converse with stars:
Equator speaks with pole, and night with day;
Spirit dissolves the world's material bars -
A million isolations burn away.
The Universe can live and work and plan,
At last made God within the mind of man.
--- Julian Huxley
Think of it this way: Religion is the placenta of reason. When the child is born, the placenta is discarded. It was a part of you that is discarded when you are born. You don't carry it around with you all your life, although you owe your life to it, and its death.
The universe, in mankind, became conscious of itself. I/you/he/she am not a separate thing, but a dynamic process in the whole. In this, physicists and mystics agree.
In the individual, the infantile self is the placenta of the reborn, (in Buddhism, the enlightened), human.
That is the message of the poem. It is the message of the Buddha and the message of Jesus, somewhat extended by biology, chemistry, physics and cosmology. Does it speak to you?