The Soul and the Self

In the life of every man there occurs at least one epoch, when the spirit seems to abandon, for a brief period, the body, and, elevating itself above mortal affairs just so far as to get a comprehensive and general view, makes thus an estimate of its humanity, as accurate as is possible, under any circumstances, to the particular spirit. The soul here separates itself from its own idiosyncrasy, or individuality, and considers its own being, not as appertaining solely to itself, but as a portion of the universal Ens (Entity or real thing). All the important good resolutions which we keep--all startling, marked regenerations of character--are brought about at these crises of life. And thus it is our intense sense of self which debases, and which keeps us debased (to lower in character, quality, or value).

I figure most people, from experience I have learned such, don't like Poe, as in Edgar A. Poe. Here you wonder why I don't say Allen, that is because Edgar A. Poe is how he signed his name. Because of his foster dad he doesn't want completely associated with the name, but he made it is middle name out of respect for the family that took him in. Anyways, your misled presuppostions of Poe will lead you to think you know him and thus not read much of him. But this is from The Opal, 1845, and I feel this is what happened to me from October 22, 2004 to November 3, 2004 and it has contined to happen almost every day since that week and a half in 2004. I haven't fully been able to put the experience to words, and he already has, so here, I just cultured you, maybe tricked you into it, and you might have just enjoyed Poe without any presuppositions. My work here is done, for now, 'til I trick you again. Hope you enjoyed.