Snow

Poem By Walter de la Mare

The positive languge
of the contemplatives
concerning deification
has aroused enmity
among the unmystical men.

The doctrine of deification lies
at the heart, not only of
all mysticism, but also
of much philosophy
and most religions.

‚The human made divine‘ leads
mystical thinking to a logical end.

Comments about Snow

The decisive terminology of those who are introspective with regard to deification has kindled acrimony among the non-mystics. The precept of exaltation lies at the centre not only of all mysticism, but of philosophy and also most religions. 'The human made divine' edges mystical reasoning towards a convincing conclusion.


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