I must call her on something, but I can’t answer that letter right — it takes too long. You’ve got to write a long portable six-page letter. There’s another one following with another three-page letter, and I don’t have a secretary, I don’t have the time. So I will simply call her and try to explain over the phone why she didn’t see herself when everything else is reflected. So I can see things in the world, but I cannot see imagination, as I perceive objects in the world, for I am the reality that man calls imagination. How are you going to see imagination? I see it in its works. I see it in what I produce. But I cannot see imagination. I can see what I’m imagining coming into my world, bearing witness to what I’ve imagined, but I am the imagining being. All right.1104 ¶39