The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature 'that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The Winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for every thing, we are out of tune;
It moves us not-Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

p.XVII

OsS: The power of beauty and imaginative powers are animal powers.

p.XVIII

The argument for rediscovering our original religious history is that as secular culture we are having an identity crisis (don't know who we are) and are riddled with mental problems.

The error "existence" is the disorder, but is most of all the disorder of blaming humanity for the disorder.

The logic of the error existence — supposedly with human subjectivity or ignorance about what "exists," namely, 1. matters of the world out of view and 2. invisible matters of spirit — is that humans are prone to fallacies, self-deceptions and mental disorders, and also guilty of blaming each other for such fallacies, self-deceptions and mental disorders.

Every existential or developmental line or level consists of it, for instance those of Spiral Dynamics.

The argument is that we are human animals and as such are physically and spiritually imbued with animal power that is above all concerned with sex and violence, and that we are mismanaging sex and violence because we have lost the mystery of spirit (the imagination of a mythology of our natural spirit—pneuma).

p.XXXVIII Primitive Imagination

One of this book's major purposes is to commend the concreteness of the primitive imagination as an antidote to the bodilessness of modern abstraction.

Language is word explained as the significations of icon, index and symbol. Music is the music, instrument or player playing it, as play or dance, i.e., the leaping of pneuma, and confirmed by blaming humanity for the junkism, zombism and crazyism that it is, as human junkie fallacy, zombie self-deception and crazy mental disorder.

The bodilessness of the modern abstraction nevertheless dimensional or geometric, is the abyss that the holy paradox is. However, primitive imagination is the original substitute, namely language (nonword word). Music is wonderful and terrible as the scapegoating of the pathetic, pathological and empathically paradoxical substitute for word. That God or the Devil do not exist is the same error as the idea that they do. It is the error, existence.

As body is word, language is its awesomeness/awfulness of wondering at and about explanation. Word being done and had (infused with pneuma, spirit, soul, psyche) is the self-contradictory nonword word, "control." It is the autocratic explanation of word from the farcical dualisms (paradoxes) of the holy abyss, "existence" as if it is esoteric magic. As such language (someone doing and having word) is the steady beat of mutilation of word by the fearmongering petrification of mutual human scapegoating.