But when he builds as he does build and is satisfied and sings aloud with satisfaction, then we know there is really an invisible veil like a pane of glass between him and us, like the window on which a bird will beat in vain.
This is a good section, although I’m not entirely sure what it means. It’s mainly good as a “call to wonder” on the part of those scientists and naturalistic thinkers who otherwise think that reality is all very neat and tidy.
But I am not at issue in this book with sincere and genuine scholars, but with a vast and vague public opinion which has been prematurely spread from certain imperfect investigations, and which has made fashionable a false notion of the whole history of humanity.
Good clarification.
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