I do not mean as an illusion, a semblance, a representation (in the Berkeleyan and Schopenhauerian sense), but as possessing the same degree of reality as our emotions themselves as a more primitive form of the world of emotions, in which everything still lies locked in a mighty unity, which afterwards branches off and develops itself in organic processes (naturally also, refines and debilitates) as a kind of instinctive life in which all organic functions, including self regulation, assimilation, nutrition, secretion, and change of matter, are still synthetically united with one another as a of life?