CROM'S CONSOLATION

Verse

“Now, if through death we forfeit the intellect, we are thereby shifted only into the original state which is without knowledge, but is not for that reason absolutely without consciousness; on the contrary, it will be a state raised above and beyond that form where the contrast between subject and object vanishes because that which is to be known would here be actually and immediately identical with the knower itself”-

Arthur Schopenhauer, On the Suffering of the World

CROM’S CONSOLATION

“There nears the time pretences fail,

ensured by hawks; a sore ordeal,

for here, defenceless crime prevails,

and puerile talk, a war does yield

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Then- fables for the simple spun,

contrary lies waylay the sane,

and for the bulk, no better won-

are they with conjured menace tamed

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Without imagination blessed

the carrion that claw for gold

in leaden bombast wage the press,

and far from law, the nation sold

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Yet nothing trouble, none dismay

and shy becoming overwrought,

for bubbles only, foam and spray,

the summing of the world be naught

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For gilded temples ever hide

the nursery, eternal green,

where elemental Will abides

till bursting new, returns the scene”