Since our talk about taking a more active hand with the "Otherworld", and because of a peculiar puzzle, I’ve been drifting through Paracelsus. Maybe this is naïve (maybe obvious) but I didn’t expect to be moved.
I’d assumed anything written in the 1500s would have long since emptied itself of relevance. That the language would be brittle or hard to follow, the thinking strange and severely outdated. And yet, there are moments that stop me cold, like this:
And the works I'm reading start with:The time for wiring is ripe, for I must spare nothing of
what I have spoiled.
There's a humility in that, one I've been severely lacking. I feel the heat of it in my cheeks when I read. Every generation believes itself the culmination of all those before, and still we (read: I) forget how deep the roots go.I am different, let this not upset you.
I am writing this to prevent you from being misled in
any point; please read and reread it with diligence, not with
envy, not with hatred, for you are students of medicine.
Also study my books, and compare my opinions with the
opinions of others; then you may be guided by your own
judgment.
I want to unlearn that reflex. Because frankly, this read has been far more captivating and engaging than any current book I've read in the last ten years. (That's more a comment on my taste than what's currently available, I'm sure.)
If anyone has other old writings worth the read, I'd like to find them.