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“Modern thought, with its distrust of anything that escapes rational analysis, has practically eliminated the word ‘soul’ from its vocabulary—an elimination not unrelated of course to the chronic sterility or bankruptcy of this thought in the face of what is the first concern of any philosophical speculation worthy of the name: the question of our living identity. The Christian authors, however, on whom I draw for the substance of this chapter were more wholly engaged in the pursuit of our living identity than we tend to be. For them the soul is that highly charged complex of thought, feeling and sensitivity with which God endows us at birth. It is all that in me by virtue of which I am conscious of myself, through which and by means of which I experience myself as a living reality, as an ‘I am’. It is in fact the one reality about which I can have a sure and direct knowledge. About everything else I may have doubts; but I cannot—unless I am a lunatic—question the reality of my own soul, because simply to ask the question implies the existence of the questioner.”

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Book:The Rape of Man & Nature: An Inquiry Into the Origins and Consequences of Modern Science
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Philip Sherrard
Philip Sherrard

Philip Sherrard was a British author known for his profound exploration of religion, philosophy, and mysticism. His works covered a wide range of subjects, including novels, poetry, and criticism. more

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