s and emotions that lie behind.
It gives us, if we are at all gifted or educated to see, pure
vistas of Itself. Compare Michelangelo's Moses with the Dai Butsu
at Kamakura:--as I think Dr. Siren does in one of his lectures.
The former is a thing of titanic, even majestic energies; but
they are energies physical and mental: a grand triumph on what
is called in Sanskrit philosophy the Rajasic plane. The second
suggests, not energy and struggle, but repose and infinite calm.
In the Moses, we sense warfare, with victory, to attain and to
hold its attainment; in the Dai Butsu, something that has passed
through all that aeons ago. In which is the greater sum of
energies included? In the Dai Butsu certainly; wherein we see no
sign of what we commonly call energies at all. The one is human
struggling up towards Godhood; the other, Godhood looking down
with calm limitless compassion upon man. Such need no engines
and dynamics to remove the mountains: they bid them rise up, and
be cast into the sea; and are obeyed.

Or take a great Chinese landscape and a great Western one: a Ma
Yuan, say, and a--whom you please. To the uninstructed it seems
ridiculous to compare them. This took a whole year to paint; it
is large; there is an enormous amount of hard work in it; huge
creative effort, force, exertion, went to make it. That--it was
done perhaps in an hour. That mountain is but a flick of the
brush; yonder lake but a wash and a ripple. It is painted on a
little trumpery fan--a mere square foot of silk. Yes; but on
that square foot, by the grace of the Everlasting Spirit, are 'a
thousand miles of space': much more--there is Infinity itself.
Watch; and that faint gray or sepia shall become the boundless
blue; and you shall see dim dragons wandering: you shall see
Eternal Mystery brooding within her own limitless home. Far, far
more than in the western work, there is an open window into the
Infinite: that which shall remind us that we are not the poor
clay and dying embers we seem, but a pat of the infinite
Mystery. The Spirit is here; not involved in human flesh and
intellection, but impersonal and universal. What do you
want:--to be a great towering personality; or to remember
that you are a flame of the Fire which is God? Oh, out upon
these personal deities, and most ungodly personalities of
the West! I thank China for reminding me that they are cheap
and nasty nothingnesses at the best!

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