So, as one sees, I by no means deprive my world of stubborn reality, if I merely call it a world of ideas.

Interfere with the reality of my world, and you therefore take the very life and heart out of my will.

Men accept without questioning that this world is real and important and worthwhile. This is faith. Philosophy is the ongoing questioning of this faith.

Only the more uncompromising of the mystics still seek for knowledge in a silent land of absolute intuition, where the intellect finally lays down its conceptual tools, and rests from its pragmatic labors, while its works do not follow it, but are simply forgotten, and are as if they never had been.

For myself, I do not now know in any concrete human terms wherein my individuality consists. In my present human form of consciousness I simply cannot tell.

For the Absolute, as we now know, all life is individual, but is individual as expressing a meaning.

Unless you can find some sort of LOYALTY, you cannot find unity and peace in your active living.