jected. On the contrary an individual being is a Life of Experience fulfilling Ideas, in an absolutely final form. And this we said is the essential nature of Being. The essence of the Real is to be Individual, or to permit no other of its own kind, and this character it possesses only as the unique fulfilment of purpose.
Or, once more, as Mysticism asserted, so we too assert
of your world, That art thou. Only the Self which is
your world is your completely integrated Self, the totality
of the life that at this instant you fragmentarily
grasp. Your present defect is a matter of the mere form
of your consciousness at this instant. Were your eyes
at this instant open to your own meaning, your life as a
whole would be spread before you as a single and unique
life, for which no other could be substituted without a
less determinate expression of just your individual will.
Now this complete life of yours, is. Only such completion
can be. Being can possess no other nature than
this. And this, in outline, is our Fourth Conception of
Being.
II
Now I cannot myself conceive any one lightly accepting such a definition as this, — a definition so paradoxical in seeming, so remote from the limits which common sense usually sets to speculation, and so opposed to many dignified historical traditions; and indeed I wish nobody to accept it lightly. The whole matter is one for the closest scrutiny. The only ground for this definition of Being lies in the fact that every other conception of reality proves, upon analysis, to be self-contradictory,
