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Updated: June 16, 2025
But Haig did not know that, for his head struck a stone at the first contact with the chute. Sentience returned to him through mists of pain. He lay in a twisted heap on a patch of grass, surrounded by the scattered detritus of the cliff. At first he could not remember, and could not see. His head rang with pain, and his eyes were filled with dust, and with something wet.
Mind, or some aspect of it thought or will or sentience has been regarded as the pattern after which the universe is to be conceived, for no better reason, at bottom, than that such a universe would not seem strange, and would give us the cosy feeling that every place is like home.
On went Sedley and his men, cautiously, silently, until they had wellnigh pierced the tunal, that was scarce wider, indeed, than an English copse. Before them, quiet as the tomb, rose the fortress no sound save their stealthy movement and the stir of the life that was native to the woods, no sign of sentience other than their own.
That very "individuation" which to some philosophies is the primal curse the condition by all means to be annulled and shaken off forbids the adding up of units of sentience. We are each of us his own universe. With each of us the universe is born afresh; with each of us it dies assuming, that is to say, that consciousness is extinguished at death.
But her love for him was very great and she was eager to give him the benefit of the doubt, even while her whole sentience shrieked his guilt. The next morning she called a bellboy and handed him a bank note upon which lay a slip of paper. "Find out for me, please," she said, with a forced smile, "the hotel where these two friends of mine are registered, without letting them know.
Yet had not all of sentience departed; for the consciousness and the sentiment remaining supplied some of its functions by a lethargic intuition. I appreciated the direful change now in operation upon the flesh, and, as the dreamer is sometimes aware of the bodily presence of one who leans over him, so, sweet Una, I still dully felt that you sat by my side.
Intelligence and science are accordingly declared to have no penetration, no power to disclose what is latent, for nothing latent exists; they can at best furnish symbols for past or future sensations and the order in which they arise; they can be seven-league boots for striding over the surface of sentience.
It knows itself, but in the worst sense of the word knowledge; for it knows nothing of what is true about it, nothing of its relations and conditions. To pierce to this blind "reality" or psychic flux, which is nothing but flying appearance, we must rely on fortune, or an accidental harmony between imitative fancy in us now and original sentience elsewhere.
But I have perhaps already said as much as is necessary on this head; the main point with which I am concerned is the fact that Professor Huxley was trying to expel consciousness and sentience from any causative action in the working of the universe.
For that which was not for that which had no form for that which had no thought for that which had no sentience for that which was soulless, yet of which matter formed no portion for all this nothingness, yet for all this immortality, the grave was still a home, and the corrosive hours, co-mates. I will bring fire to thee. Euripides Androm: EIROS. Why do you call me Eiros?
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