The Drama of Love and Death: A Study of Human Evolution and TransfigurationCarpenter, Edward
Philosophy
The Drama of Love and Death: A Study of Human Evolution and Transfiguration
Carpenter, Edward
Death; Love; Personality
[Italics are marked with _underscores_.]
THE DRAMA
OF LOVE AND DEATH
_A Study_
_of Human Evolution and_
_Transfiguration_
By
Edward Carpenter
NEW YORK AND LONDON
MITCHELL KENNERLEY
1912
_Copyright 1912 by_
_Mitchell Kennerley_
Contents
CHAP. PAGE
_The Delphian Sibyl overlooking the Earth_ vii
I. Introduction 1
II. The Beginnings of Love 5
III. Love as an Art 24
IV. Its Ultimate Meanings 48
V. The Art of Dying 69
VI. The Passage of Death 87
Note on Consciousness in the Body 107
VII. Is there an After-Death State? 111
VIII. The Underlying Self 131
Note on Mediumistic Trance 156
IX. Survival of the Self 162
X. The Inner or Spiritual Body 176
XI. The Creation and Materialization of Forms 192
XII. Reincarnation 215
XIII. The Divine Soul 237
XIV. The Return Journey 248
XV. The Mystery of Personality 262
XVI. Conclusion 284
Appendix 289
_The Delphian Sibyl_
(_On her mountain-slope overlooking the Earth_)
_The coastline ranges far, the skies unfold;
The mountains rise in glory, stair on stair;
The darting Sun seeks Daphne as of old
In thickets dark where laurel blooms are fair.
The ancient sea, deep wrinkled, ever young,
With salt lip kisses still the silver strand;
In caverns dwell the Nymphs, their loves among,
And Titans still with strange fire shake the land._
_A thousand generations here have come,
And wandered o’er these hills, and faced the light;
A thousand times slight man from mortal womb
Has leapt, and lapsed again into the night.
Here tribesmen dwelt, and fought, and curst their star,
And scoured both land and sea to sate their needs;
Prophetic eyes of youth gazed here afar,
With lips half open brooding on great deeds._
_Nor dreamed each little mortal of the Past,
Nor the deep sources of his life divined,
Watching his herds, or net in ocean cast,
Deaf to th’ ancestral voices down the wind;
Nor guessed what strange sweet likenesses should rise,
Selves of himself, far in the future years,
With his own soul within their sunlit eyes,
And in their hearts his secret hopes and fears._
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