last bit on emerson from yesterday
"we create all that we see"
"he empties before you a box or bag of jewels as he goes on, which you may take and make the most you can of (typed "mot" there!); but you can find no progress in the subject, no opening out, expanding, motion outwards, -- (love comma dash combos) but instead of standing still and giving the utterance that comes at the moment. He might as well being anywhere else and end anywhere else..."
well, hello phantasm!