Thou sayest..
I've saved [framed] for many years a crude (magazine clip-out?) titled, "The Astronomer" - though it is an archetypal sketch of a Wizerd nee Alchemist, bearded, poring over a massive tome / background of comets, galaxies and the like -- lacking only the Conical cap. Apropos that it is also now faded, as would be any original.
Have always respected that branch, seeing them as a small, dedicated force against the vox populi ignoramus / the Great Darkness of then-burgeoning corporate theology - which plagues the species, still. They may have been (I can have no opinion on that) the closest? the 'West' ever came to an awareness of metaphysical possibilities, via an actual work-ethic -- of the sort which might have led the brightest to earnestly study the writings of the Sages of that quite older 'East'. No doubt with the usual sprinkling of charlatans (no, not Heston).
As the makings of a fakir-guru demand Attention over decades, so have we devolved to the short-attention span, that which we love to guffaw about.
Some of the rich probably have treasure troves of many of these works as look fine on a library wall / lab-notebooks which are apt never to be copied, let alone translated - they will pass from collector to collector (maybe as a couple of my pristine Tek scopes will - for their Art?). Better than cutting out squares inside to hide Rolexes, I guess.
Ah well,
Easy come /
