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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger
This section of Goethe's Faust is worth deep contemplation. Only a genuine mystic, or someone very familiar with descriptions of mystical union, would know how to write a passage such as this.
The bliss experienced through the senses.
Being pervaded by light.
The quieting of the mind and emotions, the soothing of "inward raging."
The heart being filled with an indescribable joy.
The "pure ciphers," the awareness of essential emptiness or no-thing-ness, yet utter fulfillment in the experience of the radiant whole.
The transcendent awareness of Nature and the interconnectedness of things, "How things are weaving into one, / each lives and works within the other."
The full vessel or cup holding a heavenly liquid, the "golden pails."
A sublimely delightful fragrance or perfume.
The sense that everything is humming or vibrating in a symphonic harmony. Indeed, "What pageantry!"
Yet, to one not securely seated in the transcendent awareness, it can rise and then recede. Not yet possessing complete familiarity with the interior psychic terrain, how do you find your way back to that realm? It can suddenly seem all too ephemeral, intangible. Where is it? What is there to grab hold of?
The mystic must not merely stumble into the heavenly realm, but learn its pathways intimately, to return again and again until that bliss is recognized as one's true home.
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