Ligeia und andere Novellen; Sieben Gedichte

By Edgar Allan Poe

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bettete, nicht eine Spur zu finden war von der ersten
-- Morella.


Sub conservatione formae specificae salva

Raymond Lully

Ich entstamme einem Geschlecht, das dafür bekannt ist, eine flammende
Leidenschaftlichkeit und eine zügellose Phantasie zu besitzen. Von mir
sagt man, daß ich wahnsinnig sei; aber noch ist die Frage nicht gelöst,
ob Wahnsinn nicht etwa erhabenste Erkenntnis ist, ob vieles, was
herrlich, ob alles, was vollkommen ist, nicht vielleicht einer
Krankhaftigkeit des Denkens entspringt, einer durch Überanstrengung des
normalen Intellekts hervorgerufenen Reizbarkeit des Geistes. Alle, die
bei Tage träumen, wissen von vielen Dingen, die denen entgehen, die nur
den Traum der Nacht kennen. Visionen lassen sie den Glanz der Ewigkeiten
schauen, und in ihr Wachsein nehmen sie das erschütternde Bewußtsein
mit, an der Schwelle der Erkenntnis des großen Rätsels gestanden zu
haben. Augenblicke offenbaren ihnen mit Blitzesgrelle viel von der
Weisheit des Guten, mehr noch von der bloßen Kenntnis des Bösen. Sie
haben nicht Ruder noch Kompaß und dringen dennoch in das unendliche Meer
des ewigen Lichtes vor -- und weiter, gleich den Fahrten des nubischen
Geographen, bis ins Meer der Schatten: »aggressi sunt mare tenebrarum,
quid in eo esset exploraturi.«

Nehmen wir also an, ich sei wahnsinnig. Ich gebe zum wenigsten zu, daß
mein Geistesleben aus zwei ganz verschiedenen Zuständen besteht: dem
Zustand klarer, nicht anzuzweifelnder Vernunft, der die Erinnerung an
die Begebenheiten der ersten Epoche meines Lebens umfaßt, und einem
Zustand voller Schatten und Zweifel, dem die Gegenwart gehört und die
Erinnerung an die Geschehnisse der zweiten großen Epoche meines Lebens.
Darum könnt ihr dem, was ich von meinem ersten Lebensabschnitt sagen
werde, Glauben schenken; von dem aber, was ich von der späteren Zeit
berichte, glaubt nur so viel,

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