Which statement I’m sure reveals something about the workings of my mind, but not, I don’t think, workings that are all that unusual. For if I have a tendency toward mysticism, or the metaphysics of truth, it manifests most frequently, I think, as a feeling of fraternity, or unexpected camaraderie, for objects and locations that my glance happens to settle on, when my mind is free of preoccupations, and my passions are at rest, or are disengaged.