From the first chapter of Emerson’s Nature, we track the Transparent Eye-ball, a track that begins in daily intercourse with heaven and earth.
Sun and season conduct the tempers of the mind; wild delight set against impertinent grief.
Time now to cross the bare ground, better to convey the electricity of Emerson’s synaptic jumps in perfect exhilaration:
Melville would later take the electrified optics of the transparent eye-ball to sea, lodged inside the head of Ahab, eventually to intercourse with The Candles:
When the lightning comes, Ahab leaves the common ground to become the pure spirit of oblivion, currents of the Universal Being coursing through his broken body:
The aching eyeballs fuse with some unsuffusing thing :
In his blistering critique of human solipsism Straw Dogs, John Gray writes:
Gray quotes Fernando Pessoa, from The Keeper of Flocks:
Of course, Emerson is no stranger to the mystical woods:
Yet Emerson also understands the projections of the Solipsist. The eye cannot escape its I, just as Nature has no within.
And finally, eight lucid lines from the unblinking I of Emily Dickinson, in search of something, as it seemed: