"<p>It is clear that what really exists appears to me as an infinite sphere only because I, like every man, not only contemporary, but also like those who lived hundreds of thousands of years ago, perceive myself as the center from which infinite rays start. Only this something which appears to me as a sphere, but which can have no form, only this really exists, I and the worms are imagined, that everything is material. The whole material world is only imagined. Matter without limits is an absurdity, contradictio in adjecto. Truly there is only something spiritual, from which I feel separate.</p>"