As there is no invariable and absolute datum on the fringe of Humanity--no definable flying atom on which we can found our reasonings--and as Modern Science, considered as an actual representation of the universe, falls miserably to pieces in consequence--is it possible that we have made a mistake in the _direction_ in which we have sought for our datum; and may it be that we should look for that in the very Centre of Humanity instead of in its remotest circumference? In that direction evidently, if we could penetrate, we should expect to find, not a shadowy intellectual generalisation, but the very opposite of that--an intense immutable _feeling_ or state, an axiomatic condition of Being. Is it possible that here, blazing like a sun (if we could only see it--and the sun is its allegory in the physical world), there exists within us absolutely such a thing--the one _fact_ in the universe, of which all else are shadows, _to_ which everything has relation, and round which, itself unanalysable, all thought circles and all phenomena stand as indirect modes of expression? Is it possible? That is the question--the question which each one of us has to solve. At any rate, let us throw this out as a suggestion. Let us suggest that as we have got nothing satisfactory by cleaning the sense-element out of phenomena, we should take the opposite course and put as much sense into them as we can! "Facts" are, at least, half feelings. Let us acknowledge this and not empty the feeling out of them, but deepen and enlarge that which we already have in them. Who knows whether we have ever _seen_ the blue sky? Who knows whether we have ever seen each other? Is it not a commonplace to say that one man sees in the common objects of Nature what another is wholly unconscious of? "The primrose on the river's brim a yellow primrose is to him--and nothing more." To what extent may the facts of Nature thus be deepened and made more substantial to us--and whither will this process lead us?