All things exist for us only in so far as they are perceptible to us.
They exist as appearances, as the sum of their properties. If now
the thinking mind would have anything made wholly manifest, wholly
perceptible to sense--would seek to have something made wholly and
entirely _appearance_, there always remains a residue that refuses to
be made manifest, refuses to be made perceptible to sense. Speaking
generally, one may say: Applied thought seems to conduct to a something
lying at the foundation of things, to a constant in itself, of which
all properties, all in things that is perceptible to sense, are only
so many different expressions. The idea that all that exists does so
in virtue of a constant in itself, presents itself as a _necessity of
thought_, which science must oppose by every means if she would retain
her title to the name of science.
Since this constant in itself is of necessity an imperceptible to
sense, it imposes no restrictions upon apprehension. One is perfectly
at liberty to conceive of it in quite contrary forms--as matter or
substance, equally as well as under the form of force. If one holds
by the former mode of conceiving it, then, whatever the guise its
elaboration in thought may assume, one belongs to the school _of
materialism_. If, on the contrary, one holds by the latter mode of
apprehension, one then belongs, quite independent of the form its
detailed elaboration in thought may assume, to the _idealistic_ school.
For the correct appraisement of our whole mental life, however, it is
important clearly to understand that the opposition is only an apparent
one. Both alike have one common root in the idea of an _unconditioned
constant_ lying at the foundation of things, which, summed up, may be
designated as _the substans_ (_das Substans_) of all appearances. _The
substance_, accordingly, results purely as the material form of this
_substans_, while the force represents its immaterial form: the one
being as well--and as ill--authenticated as the other, since one knows
nothing of either, nor ever can know anything.
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