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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. find it in certain parts of Oceania. Among some, the religious sentiment de-generated into the shameful scenes of butchery which form the character ofthe ancient religion of Mexico. Amongst others, especially in Africa, it be-came pure Fetichism, that is, the adoration of a material object, to whichwere attributed supernatural powers. Like the instinct of love, which attimes elevates the most vulgar man above himself, yet sometimes becomesperverted and ferocious, so this divine faculty of religion during a long pe-riod seems only to be a cancer which must be extirpated from the humanrace, a cause of errors and crimes which the wise ought to endeavor to sup-press.The brilliant civilizations which were developed from a very remote antiq-uity in China, in Babylonia, and in Egypt, caused a certain progress to bemade in religion. China arrived very early at a sort of mediocre good sense, which prevented great extravagances. She neither knew the advantages northe abuses of the religious spirit. At all events, she had not in this way anyinfluence in directing the great current of humanity. The religions of Baby-lonia and Syria were never freed from a substratum of strange sensuality;these religions remained, until their extinction in the fourth and fifth cen-turies of our era, schools of immorality, in which at intervals glimpses of thedivine world were obtained by a sort of poetic intuition. Egypt, notwith-standing an apparent kind of Fetichism, had very early metaphysical dogmasand a lofty symbolism. But doubtless these interpretations of a refined the-ology were not primitive. Man has never, in the possession of a clear idea, amused himself by clothing it in symbols: it is oftener after long reflections, and from the impossibility felt by the human mind of resigning itself to theabsurd, that we seek ideas under the ancient mystic images whose meaningis lost. Moreover, it is not from Egypt that the faith of humanity has come.The elements which, in the religion of a Christian, passing through a thou-sand transformations, came from Egypt and Syria, are exterior forms of lit-tle consequence, or dross of which the most purified worships always retainsome portion. The grand defect of the religions of which we speak was their4 ERNEST RENANessentially superstitious character. They only threw into the world millionsof amulets and charms. No great moral thought could proceed from racesoppressed by a secular despotism, and accustomed to institutions which pre-cluded the exercise of individual liberty.The poetry of the soul-faith, liberty, virtue, devotion-made their appear-ance in the world with the two great races which, in one sense, have madehumanity, viz., the Indo-European and the Semitic races. The first religiousintuitions of the Indo-European race were essentially naturalistic. But it wasa profound and moral naturalism, a loving embrace of Nature by man, a de-licious poetry, full of the sentiment of the Infinite-the principle, in fine, ofall that which the Germanic and Celtic genius, of that which a Shakespeareand a Goethe should express in later times. It was neither theology nor moralphilosophy-it was a state of melancholy, it was tenderness, it was imagina-tion; it was, more than all, earnestness, the essential condition of morals and This profound exploration traces the evolution of human spirituality, tracing the journey from primitive superstitions and Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. find it in certain parts of Oceania. Among some, the religious sentiment de-generated into the shameful scenes of butchery which form the character ofthe ancient religion of Mexico. Amongst others, especially in Africa, it be-came pure Fetichism, that is, the adoration of a material object, to whichwere attributed supernatural powers. Like the instinct of love, which attimes elevates the most vulgar man above himself, yet sometimes becomesperverted and ferocious, so this divine faculty of religion during a long pe-riod seems only to be a cancer which must be extirpated from the humanrace, a cause of errors and crimes which the wise ought to endeavor to sup-press.The brilliant civilizations which were developed from a very remote antiq-uity in China, in Babylonia, and in Egypt, caused a certain progress to bemade in religion. China arrived very early at a sort of mediocre good sense, which prevented great extravagances. She neither knew the advantages northe abuses of the religious spirit. At all events, she had not in this way anyinfluence in directing the great current of humanity. The religions of Baby-lonia and Syria were never freed from a substratum of strange sensuality;these religions remained, until their extinction in the fourth and fifth cen-turies of our era, schools of immorality, in which at intervals glimpses of thedivine world were obtained by a sort of poetic intuition. Egypt, notwith-standing an apparent kind of Fetichism, had very early metaphysical dogmasand a lofty symbolism. But doubtless these interpretations of a refined the-ology were not primitive. Man has never, in the possession of a clear idea, amused himself by clothing it in symbols: it is oftener after long reflections, and from the impossibility felt by the human mind of resigning itself to theabsurd, that we seek ideas under the ancient mystic images whose meaningis lost. Moreover, it is not from Egypt that the faith of humanity has come.The elements which, in the religion of a Christian, passing through a thou-sand transformations, came from Egypt and Syria, are exterior forms of lit-tle consequence, or dross of which the most purified worships always retainsome portion. The grand defect of the religions of which we speak was their4 ERNEST RENANessentially superstitious character. They only threw into the world millionsof amulets and charms. No great moral thought could proceed from racesoppressed by a secular despotism, and accustomed to institutions which pre-cluded the exercise of individual liberty.The poetry of the soul-faith, liberty, virtue, devotion-made their appear-ance in the world with the two great races which, in one sense, have madehumanity, viz., the Indo-European and the Semitic races. The first religiousintuitions of the Indo-European race were essentially naturalistic. But it wasa profound and moral naturalism, a loving embrace of Nature by man, a de-licious poetry, full of the sentiment of the Infinite-the principle, in fine, ofall that which the Germanic and Celtic genius, of that which a Shakespeareand a Goethe should express in later times. It was neither theology nor moralphilosophy-it was a state of melancholy, it was tenderness, it was imagina-tion; it was, more than all, earnestness, the essential condition of morals and This profound exploration traces the evolution of human spirituality, tracing the journey from primitive super Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. find it in certain parts of Oceania. Among some, the religious sentiment de-generated into the shameful scenes of butchery which form the character ofthe ancient religion of Mexico. Amongst others, especially in Africa, it be-came pure Fetichism, that is, the adoration of a material object, to whichwere attributed supernatural powers. Like the instinct of love, which attimes elevates the most vulgar man above himself, yet sometimes becomesperverted and ferocious, so this divine faculty of religion during a long pe-riod seems only to be a cancer which must be extirpated from the humanrace, a cause of errors and crimes which the wise ought to endeavor to sup-press.The brilliant civilizations which were developed from a very remote antiq-uity in China, in Babylonia, and in Egypt, caused a certain progress to bemade in religion. China arrived very early at a sort of mediocre good sense, which prevented great extravagances. She neither knew the advantages northe abuses of the religious spirit. At all events, she had not in this way anyinfluence in directing the great current of humanity. The religions of Baby-lonia and Syria were never freed from a substratum of strange sensuality;these religions remained, until their extinction in the fourth and fifth cen-turies of our era, schools of immorality, in which at intervals glimpses of thedivine world were obtained by a sort of poetic intuition. Egypt, notwith-standing an apparent kind of Fetichism, had very early metaphysical dogmasand a lofty symbolism. But doubtless these interpretations of a refined the-ology were not primitive. Man has never, in the possession of a clear idea, amused himself by clothing it in symbols: it is oftener after long reflections, and from the impossibility felt by the human mind of resigning itself to theabsurd, that we seek ideas under the ancient mystic images whose meaningis lost. Moreover, it is not from Egypt that the faith of humanity has come.The elements which, in the religion of a Christian, passing through a thou-sand transformations, came from Egypt and Syria, are exterior forms of lit-tle consequence, or dross of which the most purified worships always retainsome portion. The grand defect of the religions of which we speak was their4 ERNEST RENANessentially superstitious character. They only threw into the world millionsof amulets and charms. No great moral thought could proceed from racesoppressed by a secular despotism, and accustomed to institutions which pre-cluded the exercise of individual liberty.The poetry of the soul-faith, liberty, virtue, devotion-made their appear-ance in the world with the two great races which, in one sense, have madehumanity, viz., the Indo-European and the Semitic races. The first religiousintuitions of the Indo-European race were essentially naturalistic. But it wasa profound and moral naturalism, a loving embrace of Nature by man, a de-licious poetry, full of the sentiment of the Infinite-the principle, in fine, ofall that which the Germanic and Celtic genius, of that which a Shakespeareand a Goethe should express in later times. It was neither theology nor moralphilosophy-it was a state of melancholy, it was tenderness, it was imagina-tion; it was, more than all, earnestness, the essential condition of morals and This profound exploration traces the evolution of human spirituality, tracing the journey from primitive super Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. One wrong number. One voice. And suddenly, the man who had never believed in love found himself waiting for midnight-just to hear her breathe. He had no right to feel this, yet every word, every pause pulled him closer to the place he swore he would never go. Shivansh Desai. CEO. Stoic. Disciplined. Detached. A man of ice, armor, and silence-until her laughter melted everything he thought unshakable. Prisha Sharma. Sunshine wrapped in calm defiance. She never chased him. She never needed him. And yet, by some cruel twist of fate, she became the only place where his restless mind could rest. They never planned it. Never labeled it. But in the stolen hours of midnight calls, they became each other's secret. And then. she left. No warning. No goodbye. Just absence. He shattered quietly, hiding the cracks behind power and control. Years passed, empires rose, but nothing filled the hollow she left. Until fate returned her. Same face. Same voice. Different world. Her eyes carried guilt, her lips trembled with unspoken longing. And deep inside, she admitted- "I left. but my heart never stopped following you." He felt it too-the pull, the ache, the fury. "You vanished like I was nothing. I should hate you. but how do I stop craving the very thing that ruined me?" Two hearts, scarred by silence, bound by a love that never died. Maybe this time, love would be enough. Maybe fate would finally keep what it once stole. A chance connection via a midnight phone call ignites a passion that leaves a stoic tycoon shattered when his muse vanishes. Years later, fate reunites them, forcing two wounded souls to decide if their fractured bond can finally heal. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. …

Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. THE ZODIACTo the ordinary astrologer the Zodiac is simply a band of space, eighteendegrees wide, in the heavens, the center of which marks out the pathwayof the Sun during the space of one year of 365 days, etc.The twelve signs are to him simply thirty degrees of the space (12 times 30equal 360), bearing the names of the constellations which once occupiedthem. Nay, he, as a rule, still imagines in some sense that the signs (constel-lations) are still there, and that the power and potency of the twelve signs isderived from the stars which occupy the Zodiacal band of the skies.But this is not so, as any ordinary astronomer well knows. This single fact, i.e., the gradual shifting of the constellations, the DISPLACEMENT, let ussay, of the starry influx from one sign to anotherwithout anyALLOWANCEbeing made in the astrologer's rules for any such change, has been one of thegreatest obstructions to the popular spread of the art among EDUCATEDMINDS. Argues the scientist: The "fiery influence of Aries," if dependingupon the stars of that constellation, ought now to be shedding forth theircaloric from the sign Pisces, and Aries ought to be lumbering along with the3 THOMAS H. BURGOYNE & BELLE M. WAGNERearthy Taurine nature. So, also, the lords of these signs ought to be changed, but that they are not can be proved by the fact that our earliest records ofthat dim, historic past show, equally as well as your latest "text-book," thatMars is the lord of Aries-a fiery planet in a fiery sign; but astrologers still saythat Pisces is watery and Aries fiery, WHICH IS NOT THE CASE, IF THESTARS HAVE ANY INFLUENCE AT ALL. It is not necessary," say theselogical thinkers, "to learn your abstruse science if we can demonstrate thatthe very basis upon which your conclusions rest is in every sense fundamen-tally false." The scientific facts of the case are as follows: The influence of thetwelve signs, as described by astrologers, is a delusion, because in all ages theyare reported the same; whereas WE KNOW that every 2,160 years each signretrogrades to the extent of thirty degrees, and, as your art does not makeallowance for this, it is false. For, if the influence of the twelve signs does notemanate from the stars occupying the space of those signs, it must emanatefrom nothing-a doctrine well suited, no doubt, to musty old sages of yoursuperstitious Chaldea, but quite out of court in our progressive age-the lastdecade of our cultured and scientific nineteenth century.So far, so good. And so the world rolls along its bright pathway in the heav-ens, little heeding the logical conclusions of an exact science. But to an ini-tiate of those inner principles of our planet's constitution all these mentalconflicts have a meaning and a purpose within Nature's divine economy; forit is neither wise nor expedient that the masses, with popular science in thelead, should grasp the truths which Mother Nature reserves ALONE for her Beyond the flawed logic of modern astronomy lies a hidden cosmic truth. This work explores the profound spiritual connection between the soul and the shifting celestial patterns that science fails to grasp. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. One wrong number. One voice. And suddenly, the man who had never believed in love found himself waiting for midnight-just to hear her breathe. He had no right to feel this, yet every word, every pause pulled him closer to the place he swore he would never go. Shivansh Desai. CEO. Stoic. Disciplined. Detached. A man of ice, armor, and silence-until her laughter melted everything he thought unshakable. Prisha Sharma. Sunshine wrapped in calm defiance. She never chased him. She never needed him. And yet, by some cruel twist of fate, she became the only place where his restless mind could rest. They never planned it. Never labeled it. But in the stolen hours of midnight calls, they became each other's secret. And then. she left. No warning. No goodbye. Just absence. He shattered quietly, hiding the cracks behind power and control. Years passed, empires rose, but nothing filled the hollow she left. Until fate returned her. Same face. Same voice. Different world. Her eyes carried guilt, her lips trembled with unspoken longing. And deep inside, she admitted- "I left. but my heart never stopped following you." He felt it too-the pull, the ache, the fury. "You vanished like I was nothing. I should hate you. but how do I stop craving the very thing that ruined me?" Two hearts, scarred by silence, bound by a love that never died. Maybe this time, love would be enough. Maybe fate would finally keep what it once stole. A chance connection via a midnight phone call ignites a passion that leaves a stoic tycoon shattered when his muse vanishes. Years later, fate reunites them, forcing two wounded souls to decide if their fractured bond can finally heal. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability. …

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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. One wrong number. One voice. And suddenly, the man who had never believed in love found himself waiting for midnight-just to hear her breathe. He had no right to feel this, yet every word, every pause pulled him closer to the place he swore he would never go. Shivansh Desai. CEO. Stoic. Disciplined. Detached. A man of ice, armor, and silence-until her laughter melted everything he thought unshakable. Prisha Sharma. Sunshine wrapped in calm defiance. She never chased him. She never needed him. And yet, by some cruel twist of fate, she became the only place where his restless mind could rest. They never planned it. Never labeled it. But in the stolen hours of midnight calls, they became each other's secret. And then. she left. No warning. No goodbye. Just absence. He shattered quietly, hiding the cracks behind power and control. Years passed, empires rose, but nothing filled the hollow she left. Until fate returned her. Same face. Same voice. Different world. Her eyes carried guilt, her lips trembled with unspoken longing. And deep inside, she admitted- "I left. but my heart never stopped following you." He felt it too-the pull, the ache, the fury. "You vanished like I was nothing. I should hate you. but how do I stop craving the very thing that ruined me?" Two hearts, scarred by silence, bound by a love that never died. Maybe this time, love would be enough. Maybe fate would finally keep what it once stole. A chance connection via a midnight phone call ignites a passion that leaves a stoic tycoon shattered when his muse vanishes. Years later, fate reunites them, forcing two wounded souls to decide if their fractured bond can finally heal. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. …