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"A soldier is severely wounded in battle and a change takes place in
his nervous organism, by reason of which he loses his organic
consciousness; or, to speak in the phraseology of the psychologist, he
loses the sense of his own body, of his physical personality. The
cause of this change is probably the wound received; but the nature of
the change can be explained only by hypotheses, which are become
matters of choice and taste--and sometimes of personal interest among
scientists. Now, when the question is resolved by hypothesis, is not
even a layman free to offer one? If I say the Glass is shattered and
the Me within is sadly reflected, or in a more tragic instance the
light of the Me runs out, would I not be offering thee a solution as
dear and tenable as that of the professor of psychology?"
CHAPTER II
THE VOICE OF THE DAWN
Breathless but scathless, we emerge from the mazes of metaphysics and
psychology where man and the soul are ever playing hide-and-seek; and
where Khalid was pleased to display a little of his killing skill in
fencing. To those mazes, we promise the Reader, we shall not return
again. In our present sojourn, however, it is necessary to go through
the swamps and Jordans as well as the mountains and plains. Otherwise,
we would not have lingered a breathing while in the lowlands of
mystery. But now we know how far Khalid went in seeking health, and
how deep in seeking the Me, which he would disentangle from the meshes
of philosophy and anchoretism, and bring back to life, triumphant,
loving, joyous, free. And how far he succeeded in this, we shall soon
know.
On the morning of his last day in the pines, meanwhile, we behold him
in the chariot of Apollo serenading the stars. He no longer would
thrust a poker down his windpipe; for he breathes as freely as the
mountain bears and chirps as joyously as the swallows. And his lungs?
The lungs of the pines are not as sound. And his eyes? Well, he can
gaze at the rising sun without adverting the head or squinting or
shedding a tear. Now, as a sign of this healthy state of body and
mind, and his healthier resolve to return to the world, to live
opposite his friend the Hermit on the other antipode of life, and
furthermore, as a relief from the exhausting tortuosities of thought
in the last Chapter, we give here a piece of description notably
symbolical.
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