Julian Jaynes book The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind
Book II, Chapter 6, p. 313
The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind (1976)
“Now when the spirit in us wakes and broods,
Filled with home yearnings, drowsily it flings
From its deep heart high dreams and mystic moods,
Mixed with the memory of the loved earth things;
Clothing the vast with a familiar face;
Reaching its right hand forth to greet the starry race.”
The Nuts of Knowledge (1903)
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However much I have blotted our
Waking love, its memory is still
there. And I know the web, the net,
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"Dusk"
By Still Waters (1906)
