But this we know: that we ourselves, when the spirit is most awake in us, admire the Real as it is revealed to us, and salute its dark-bright form with joy.
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Context: The narrator ends an account of the Last Men's view of the cosmos as a vast music whose meaning cannot be known.
Source: Chapter XV, The Last Men, section 4: Cosmology
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