Contemplation (n.) at its best among the poets has so far been a bit of lust and a bit of boredom.
Contemplation (n.) is the safe side of existence: it is delightful to observe things, frightful to be them.
Contemplation (n.) is not the highest state: whoever stops at objectivity and contemplation does not know enough.
Contemplation (n.) as "immaculate perception" is emasculated leering: lust for the earth with a bad conscience, loving it like the moon with only the eyes.
Contemplation (n.) first appeared on earth as the mood of the weary, ill or sated savage — weak yet fearsome, despised exactly as far as it was not dreaded: pudenda origo.
Contemplation (n.) of the great involves a secret antagonism — that of comparison; by seeming to succumb to an overflowing nature one acquires through it power against it.
Contemplation (n.) is drawn by the helplessness of a thing so deep that it reaches the bottom and finds the thing not worth so very much, and there arises a kind of sorrow and fixity, three times a day.