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The surrounding visible world
(the cupola of the palate) might have been
otherwise, it could have been a gurgling of
boiling, gleaming phantasms: a decorative ornament
of lines, changing its outline every second; the
entire history of decorative art is in actuality
analogous to our own; here running lines converge;
and they hang in garlands, from which emerge dryads
and fauns,
pushed away from the garlands which generated them;
the tail of Faunus
in the history of art is -- a leafstalk uniting him
to the stalk; alongside the logic of this given
nature there is a logic of the architectonics of
the line: the nature of phantasy; in it nature,
which has captivated us, is -- barely a moment, it
is just an abstraction of the circle; in the circle
of natures not given our own given nature flows
through to us; what is given is only a small
portion; and the whole of this part is --
actuality.
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