Pythagoras and the Delphic mysteriesSchuré, Edouard
Religion
Pythagoras and the Delphic mysteries
Schuré, Edouard
Mysteries, Religious; Pythagoras and Pythagorean school
Throughout that glorious night Pythagoras fixed his gaze on the earth,
the temple, and the starry heavens in turn. Demeter, the earth-mother,
the Nature whose secrets he wished to pierce, was there, beneath and
around him. He inhaled her powerful emanations, felt the invincible
attraction which enchained him, the thinking atom, to her bosom, an
inseparable part of herself. The sages he had consulted had said to
him: “It is from her that all springs. Nothing comes from nothing. The
soul comes from water, or fire, or from both. This subtle emanation of
the elements issues from them only to return. Eternal Nature is blind
and inflexible, resign thyself to her fatal laws. The only merit thou
wilt have will be that thou knowest them, and art resigned thereto.”
Then he looked at the firmament and the fiery letters formed by the
constellations in the unfathomable depths of space. These letters must
have a meaning. For if the infinitely small, the movement of atoms,
has its _raison d’être_, why not also the infinitely great, the widely
scattered stars, whose grouping represents the body of the universe?
Yes; each of these worlds has its own law; all move together according
to number and in supreme harmony. But who will ever decipher the
alphabet of the stars? The priests of Juno had said to him: “This is
the heaven of the gods, which was before the earth. Thy soul comes
therefrom. Pray to them, that it may mount again to heaven.”
These meditations were interrupted by a voluptuous chant, coming from
a garden on the banks of the Imbrasus. The lascivious voices of the
Lesbian women, in languishing strains, were heard accompanying the
music of the cithara, responded to in the Bacchic airs chanted by the
youths. Suddenly other cries, piercing and mournful, from the direction
of the harbour, mingled with these voices. They were the cries of
rebels whom Polycrates was embarking to sell as slaves in Asia. They
were being struck with nail-studded thongs, to compel them to crouch
beneath the pontoons of the rowers. Their shrieks and blasphemous cries
died away in the night and silence reigned over all.
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