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mysteries, wonders, perhaps sciences, which we have hardly yet begun even to guess at. "other senses, wondrous sounds, powers of strange might, quickening unknown elements, and attributes and energies of God which man may never know." There are great mysteries even in this world: Men of course try to peek into them. I hardly dare to. I did feel interested to search into what there might be in those matters connected with what used to be called Mesmerism. I do not much. I have about come to the conclusion that this world is not big enough, this life is not long enough. There is enough that we can know, that others have learned before us, & we can learn of others: Some things, even of those we can get a glimpse of here, we must leave to be learned in another. This matter better be one of them for himself." "Safer is he that storeth knowledge than he that would make it. Perhaps I am superstitious. Do you think I am? Every thing I see a mystery about I conclude to leave to another world before I study into. There is enough to do/ to learn here although. Did you perhaps mean to connect the two peices on that scrap of paper? What is the last? Whence? Seems to me I have seen it. As for that idea of Prov. Phil. Wherein I have realized it most has been in reading; reading something never read or heard of before, read right out my own thoughts & feelings. That is an attribute of a great Book. Real greatness. Does not every one find it in reading Shakespeare? Ideas entirely new to one, which yet some how seem perfectly natural, familiar as ones one hearthstone; in fact human nature itself, perhaps never seen or felt before, Is not that the characteristic of Genius?