It has been ingeniously said that metaphysicians are poets who have missed their vocation. The more one thinks of it the more just that saying appears. Both the poet and philosopher are creators in their several ways; one, because he understands the handling of colors, words, the picturesque forms which give life and drapery to ideas; the other, because he believes that he has seized the hidden springs that make the world move, the fruitful formulas which translate the laws of the universe, and from which the flow of phenomena issues as from a hidden spring. In general, metaphysics and the high order of poetry meet and mingle, as in Soul's Paradise. High logic borders on Faust, who was more of a poet than Plato and Plotinus. Metaphysicians are poets, whose aim is the reconstruction of the synthesis of the world.
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The mind can make substance, and people
planets of its own,
With beings brighter than have been.
