Johnyxxx
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Hello,
Can anybody tell me in what sense the word recognized is used here? I am not sure if it means identified, or acknowledged.
I took another small and careful drink. The evidence for my conclusion was purely circumstantial. But that was plenty. The rush of air into the center of the thing, as if it were being drawn into a complete vacuum; the fact that neither the air nor the things it had carried with it returned; the very appearance of the blackness, like an extra-dimensional whirlpool; and, above everything, else, the cold conviction that the thing which Julian Blair’s potential created was beyond all the bounds of our universe. It seemed to me that something in my mind recognized it.
That was absurd, of course. And yet, how had Julian created this thing? By magnifying the radiations, the waves given off by the human brain and nervous system. Something like that, according to his own account. I snatched my thoughts back from the gulf toward which they were headed. If man were not altogether a physical being, if he possessed in himself a contact with an existence neither spatial nor of time, and if that contact were to be artificially produced, even by sheer imitation of the sort to which Julian had openly confessed, then . . .
William Sloane, Edge of Running Water, 1939.
Thanks you.
Can anybody tell me in what sense the word recognized is used here? I am not sure if it means identified, or acknowledged.
I took another small and careful drink. The evidence for my conclusion was purely circumstantial. But that was plenty. The rush of air into the center of the thing, as if it were being drawn into a complete vacuum; the fact that neither the air nor the things it had carried with it returned; the very appearance of the blackness, like an extra-dimensional whirlpool; and, above everything, else, the cold conviction that the thing which Julian Blair’s potential created was beyond all the bounds of our universe. It seemed to me that something in my mind recognized it.
That was absurd, of course. And yet, how had Julian created this thing? By magnifying the radiations, the waves given off by the human brain and nervous system. Something like that, according to his own account. I snatched my thoughts back from the gulf toward which they were headed. If man were not altogether a physical being, if he possessed in himself a contact with an existence neither spatial nor of time, and if that contact were to be artificially produced, even by sheer imitation of the sort to which Julian had openly confessed, then . . .
William Sloane, Edge of Running Water, 1939.
Thanks you.