Analysis (n.) of an idea was nothing other than stripping from it the form in which it had grown familiar.
Analysis (n.) of a concrete thing brings out whatever each person happens to find in his own contingent idea of it — an activity of the thinker, external to the matter.
Analysis (n.) dismembers the flower into colour, citric acid, carbon and hydrogen, and then says the plant consists of these parts — but put them back together and it is still not a flower.
Analysis (n.) peels a thing like an onion and believes it leaves it as it was — but it turns the concrete into the abstract and kills the living thing, for only what is One is alive.
Analysis (n.) neither merely imports its findings into the thing, as subjective idealism says, nor merely extracts them, as realism says; it is a positing that is at once a presupposing.