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quote is from Prayer for the Departed by Armand Godoy
The Myth of Modernity (1946)
“What came first, the fruit-tree or the stone?”
1840s, The Journals of Søren Kierkegaard, 1840s
Context: Consciousness presupposes itself, and asking about its origin is an idle and just as sophistical a question as that old one, "What came first, the fruit-tree or the stone? Wasn't there a stone out of which came the first fruit-tree? Wasn't there a fruit-tree from which came the first stone? Journals and Papers, Hannay, 1996 1843 IVA49
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Danish philosopher and theologian, founder of Existentialism 1813–1855Related quotes

Source: The Freedom of a Christian (1520), pp. 74-75

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“Learn to eat of the tree of Knowledge, and of the tree of Life enjoy the fruit.”
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Parsifal and the Secret of the Graal Unveiled (1914)
Context: Closing Word
Learn to eat of the tree of Knowledge, and of the tree of Life enjoy the fruit. Seek both within yourself, and so you recognize them and know their place, you are come to the highest rung of the 12 step ladder.
Through this will the Divine-Love be awoken that does not have a place in the twisted minds of men, but dwells in his heart, from which the salvational current will be born which gives us the vision of the eternal light and annihilates all falsity.
"The eternal-feminine draws us up?!"

"Strange Fruit" (1939). Though Holiday's renditions made this anti-lynching song famous, it was written by Abel Meeropol (using his pseudonym "Lewis Allen").
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Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 10.

“A life without love is like a tree without fruit.”
Source: Doctor Sleep

“And from the magic tree of life the fruit falls everywhere.”
The Nuts of Knowledge (1903)
Context: For sure the enchanted waters pour through every wind that blows.
I think when night towers up aloft and shakes the trembling dew
How every high and lonely thought that thrills my being through
Is but a ruddy berry dropped down through the purple air,
And from the magic tree of life the fruit falls everywhere.