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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: of loose, mocking slime inexpressibly vulgar and ignorant.
The spirit stream from Muspel flashed with complexity and variety.
It was not below individuality, but above it. It was not the One, or
the Many, but something else far beyond either. It approached
Crystalman, and entered his body - if that bright mist could be
called a body. It passed right through him, and the passage caused
him the most exquisite pleasure. The Muspel-stream was Crystalman's
food. The stream emerged from the other side on to the sphere, in a
double condition. Part of it reappeared intrinsically unaltered, but
shivered into a million fragments. These were the green corpuscles.
In passing through Crystalman they had escaped absorption by reason
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