a bystander ask a doctor why the patient breathed so deeply.  “Because ether is a respiratory stimulant,” the doctor answered.  “Ah!” said the questioner, as if relieved by the explanation.  But this is like saying that cyanide of potassium kills because it is a ‘poison,’ or that it is so cold to-night because it is ‘winter,’ or that we have five fingers because we are ‘pentadactyls.’  These are but names for the facts, taken from the facts, and then treated as previous and explanatory.  The tender-minded notion of an absolute reality is, according to the radically tough-minded, framed on just this pattern.  It is but our summarizing name for the whole spread-out and strung-along mass of phenomena, treated as if it were a different entity, both one and previous.

You see how differently people take things.  The world we live in exists diffused and distributed, in the form of an indefinitely numerous lot of eaches, coherent in all sorts of ways and degrees; and the tough-minded are perfectly willing to keep them at that valuation.  They can stand that kind of world, their temper being well adapted to its insecurity.  Not so the tender-minded party.  They must back the world we find ourselves born into by “another and a better” world in which the eaches form an All and the All a One that logically presupposes, co-implicates, and secures each each without exception.

Must we as pragmatists be radically tough-minded? or can we treat the absolute edition of the world as a legitimate hypothesis?  It is certainly legitimate, for it is thinkable, whether we take it in its abstract or in its concrete shape.

By taking it abstractly I mean placing it behind our finite life as we place the word ‘winter’ behind to-night’s cold weather.  ‘Winter’ is only the name for a certain number of days which we find generally characterized by cold weather, but it guarantees nothing in that line, for our thermometer to-morrow may soar into the 70’s.  Nevertheless the word is a useful one to plunge forward with into the stream of our experience.  It cuts off certain probabilities and sets up others:  you can put away your straw-hats; you can unpack your arctics.  It is a summary of things to look for.  It names a part of nature’s habits, and gets you ready for their continuation.  It is a definite instrument abstracted from experience, a conceptual reality that you must take account of, and which reflects you totally back into sensible realities.  The pragmatist is the last person to deny the reality of such abstractions.  They are so much past experience funded.

But taking the absolute edition of the world concretely means a different hypothesis.  Rationalists take it concretely and oppose it to the world’s finite editions.  They give it a particular nature.  It is perfect, finished.  Everything known there is known along with everything else; here, where ignorance reigns, far otherwise.  If there is want there, there also is the satisfaction provided.  Here