Supposing that nothing else is āgivenā as real but our world of desires and passions, that we cannot sink or rise to any other ārealityā but just that of our impulsesā āfor thinking is only a relation of these impulses to one another:ā āare we not permitted to make the attempt and to ask the question whether this which is āgivenā does not suffice , by means of our counterparts, for the understanding even of the so-called mechanical (or āmaterialā) world? I do not mean as an illusion, a āsemblance,ā a ārepresentationā (in the Berkeleyan and Schopenhauerian sense), but as possessing the same degree of reality as our emotions themselvesā āas a more primitive form of the world of emotions, in which everything still lies locked in a mighty unity, which afterwards branches off and develops itself in organic processes (naturally also, refines and debilitates)ā āas a kind of instinctive life in which all organic functions, including self-regulation, assimilation, nutrition, secretion, and change of matter, are still synthetically united with one anotherā āas a primary form
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