t
have to be answered by bringing in again the residual data from which
the general term was abstracted. All those data that cannot be
analytically identified with the attribute invoked as universal
principle, remain as independent kinds or natures, associated
empirically with the said attribute but devoid of rational kinship with
it.

Hence the unsatisfactoriness of all our speculations. On the one hand,
so far as they retain any multiplicity in their terms, they fail to get
us out of the empirical sand-heap world; on the other, so far as they
eliminate multiplicity the practical man despises their empty
barrenness. The most they can say is that the elements of the world
are such and such, and that each is identical with itself wherever
found; but the question Where is it found? the practical man is left to
answer by his own wit. Which, of all the {69} essences, shall here and
now be held the essence of this concrete thing, the fundamental
philosophy never attempts to decide. We are thus led to the conclusion
that the simple classification of things is, on the one hand, the best
possible theoretic philosophy, but is, on the other, a most miserable
and inadequate substitute for the fulness of the truth. It is a
monstrous abridgment of life, which, like all abridgments is got by the
absolute loss and casting out of real matter. This is why so few human
beings truly care for philosophy. The particular determinations which
she ignores are the real matter exciting needs, quite as potent and
authoritative as hers. What does the moral enthusiast care for
philosophical ethics? Why does the _AEsthetik_ of every German
philosopher appear to the artist an abomination of desolation?

Grau, theurer Freund, ist alle Theorie
Und gruen des Lebens goldner Baum.

The entire man, who feels all needs by turns, will take nothing as an
equivalent for life but the fulness of living itself. Since the
essences of things are as a matter of fact disseminated through the
whole extent of time and space, it is in their spread-outness and
alternation that he will enjoy them. When weary of the concrete clash
and dust and pettiness, he will refresh himself by a bath in the
eternal springs, or fortify himself by a look at the immutable natures.
But he will only be a visitor, not a dweller in the region; he will
never carry the philosophic yoke upon his shoulders, and when tired of
the gray monotony of her problems and insipid spacio