Saturday, April 13, 2013

1852, writing about this fire from heaven

Prometheus creating man in the presence of Athena
1802, Jean-Simon Berthélemy / 1826, Jean-Baptste Mauzaisse

Image credit:  © Marie-Lan Nguyen / Wikimedia Commons

BUT Pierre, though, charged with the fire of all divineness, his containing thing was made of clay. Ah, muskets the gods have made to carry infinite combustions, and yet made them of clay!
Save me from being bound to Truth, liege lord, as I am now. How shall I steal yet further into Pierre, and show how this heavenly fire was helped to be contained in him, by mere contingent things, and things that he knew not. But I shall follow the endless, winding way,—the flowing river in the cave of man; careless whither I be led, reckless where I land.  —Pierre (1852)

I. F.  Ay! it is a fire that consumes; and sometimes burns to ashes the hearts and hopes of proud men, and leaves but wrecks, mournfully floating upon the dull currents of life.
C.  And welcome then, the rapids and the final plunge! Yes: the struggle is ever, and leads us sorrowing to the dark portals which shut out the life beyond. There may this holy fire from Heaven find more happy sympathy. Here, amid ages of pain, it grants us but moments of felicity....  
(July 1852, Scenes Beyond the Western Border; and
Scenes and Adventures in the Army)

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