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The Higher Pantheism in a Nutshell

 One, who is not, we see; but one, whom we see not, is; 
Surely this is not that; but that is assuredly this.
What, and wherefore, and whence? for under is over and under; If thunder could be without lightning, lightning could be without thunder.
Doubt is faith in the main; but faith, on the whole, is doubt; We cannot believe by proof; but could we believe without? Why, and whither, and how? for barley and rye are not clover; Neither are straight lines curves; yet over is under and over.
Two and two may be four; but four and four are not eight; Fate and God may be twain; but God is the same as fate.
Ask a man what he thinks, and get from a man what he feels; God, once caught in the fact, shows you a fair pair of heels.
Body and spirit are twins; God only knows which is which; The soul squats down in the flesh, like a tinker drunk in a ditch.
More is the whole than a part; but half is more than the whole; Clearly, the soul is the body; but is not the body the soul? One and two are not one; but one and nothing is two; Truth can hardly be false, if falsehood cannot be true.
Once the mastodon was; pterodactyls were common as cocks; Then the mammoth was God; now is He a prize ox.
Parallels all things are; yet many of these are askew; You are certainly I; but certainly I am not you.
Springs the rock from the plain, shoots the stream from the rock; Cocks exist for the hen; but hens exist for the cock.
God, whom we see not, is; and God, who is not, we see; Fiddle, we know, is diddle, and diddle, we take it, is dee.

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