<林布蘭自畫像>
來自那張臉容上的雙眼
如同雙夜注視著白日
他心靈的宇宙
因憐憫而倍擴
再無他物可以填塞。
佇立鏡前
靜寂如無馬之路
他想像我們
聾聩瘖啞
橫越大陸回頭
注視他
在黑暗中。
Unfortunately, again, this poem is not mine.
Somebody asked me: Why history of philosophy? Having rattled on without a definite answer, now I am able to reply:
Maybe the only way for our trivial and pathetic selves to reach greatness is to describe those great things. From a Hegelian point of view, great things are nothing more than The Great Spirit. And the greatness of the Spirit as such consists simply in that it always anticipates your ways of seeing it and turns to gaze upon you. It obliges you to see, to respond, and to confront that gaze by imagining how you yourself are seen, and thus makes you identical with it. That is how we become great. And that is why we should realize ourselves into great mind such as Rembrandt’s, as described by poets for us to understand.
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