Miscellanies : $b embracing Nature, addresses, and lecturesEmerson, Ralph Waldo
Philosophy
Miscellanies : $b embracing Nature, addresses, and lectures
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
American essays -- 19th century; Philosophy of nature; Transcendentalism (New England)
‘Be it so: I can sit in a corner and _perish_, (as you call it,) but I
will not move until I have the highest command. If no call should come
for years, for centuries, then I know that the want of the Universe is
the attestation of faith by my abstinence. Your virtuous projects, so
called, do not cheer me. I know that which shall come will cheer me. If
I cannot work, at least I need not lie. All that is clearly due to-day
is not to lie. In other places, other men have encountered sharp trials,
and have behaved themselves well. The martyrs were sawn asunder, or hung
alive on meat-hooks. Cannot we screw our courage to patience and truth,
and without complaint, or even with good-humor, await our turn of action
in the Infinite Counsels?’
But, to come a little closer to the secret of these persons, we must
say, that to them it seems a very easy matter to answer the objections
of the man of the world, but not so easy to dispose of the doubts and
objections that occur to themselves. They are exercised in their own
spirit with queries, which acquaint them with all adversity, and with
the trials of the bravest heroes. When I asked them concerning their
private experience, they answered somewhat in this wise: It is not to be
denied that there must be some wide difference between my faith and
other faith; and mine is a certain brief experience, which surprised me
in the highway or in the market, in some place, at some time,--whether
in the body or out of the body, God knoweth,--and made me aware that I
had played the fool with fools all this time, but that law existed for
me and for all; that to me belonged trust, a child’s trust and
obedience, and the worship of ideas, and I should never be fool more.
Well, in the space of an hour, probably, I was let down from this
height; I was at my old tricks, the selfish member of a selfish society.
My life is superficial, takes no root in the deep world; I ask, When
shall I die, and be relieved of the responsibility of seeing an Universe
which I do not use? I wish to exchange this flash-of-lightning faith for
continuous daylight, this fever-glow for a benign climate.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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