ABSTRACT
The king leaped into the stone, and the stone closed itself behind him. The soul, it seems, when it wants to imagine the idea of its own interiority, presents us with the image of a solid rock or a stone wall. But this absurdity is the purpose, or should rather not speak of absurdity, but of the total self-contradiction that we find in these stories. The impenetrable rock, in and with its very impenetrability, is nevertheless open and clear. The stone half the size of a man contains a gallery in which a full-grown man can walk upright and even a large hall. This leap or breakthrough is possible only through the self-application of the notion of flight. The one is the psychologistic inner, the interiority of introspection and self-growth, the whole interest in oneself, the focus on those abstractions that we call our emotions, affects, wishes, fantasies-the emotions and fantasies of the cut-off, worldless, private individual.
