THE MAGIC IDEALIST

... and thus I marvel at the illusory manifestations of an energy which appears to me as an aleph a view of the absolute and so I perceive electricity as something which is around and inside - which is and is not - which has no place and has all places - which is me and is not me - incomprehensible even though something which is now nothing believes it can explain it - the outside is the inside elevated to the state of mystery - I yearn so deeply to be able to look at things without explaining them that I have made my longing the theme for a performance.
If I am incapable of rendering thought indirectly (and fortuitously) perceptible, I choose to do the opposite: I render external things directly (and involuntarily) perceptible - in other words, being incapable of making thoughts external things, I reduce external things to thoughts.
If I am unable to make a thought become an independent soul separate from me and foreign, external, I recur to the opposite procedure by which I transmute external things into thoughts.
These two operations are both idealistic. If I can grasp both at once to perfection I am the magic idealist.