the infinite to be finite. And, as there would be “nothing more to do,” it would mean the cessation of all activity and therefore of all life—if not, the relapse of the world into nothingness.
The principle of individuation, or question how individual ideas are differentiated from each other in the process of the absolute, and from the absolute itself, need not be considered here.
It is safe to say, however, that nothing is to be gained, either theoretically or practically, by abandoning the Idealist theory and falling back on any of the realistic hypotheses of self-existent force, chance and fate, in any of their forms.
THE DREAM-SHIP
Far on the dim horizon line,
Where the sea and the sky are one,
I look for the sail of my dream-ship,
That comes when the day is done.
It carries a cargo of mystery,
Strange gifts from the distant blue;
O Sailor, who hails from the farthest sea,
Say will my dreams come true?
