Inwardness (n.) is mocked by “the outward is the inward,” which applied to religion is the invention of Münchausens; in that sphere it does as much good as sticking one's tongue out the window to taste the weather.
Inwardness (n.) has mysteries that are lost by being made public — and become altogether meaningless once publicity is what matters most.
Inwardness (n.) is ingenious at hiding — it would prefer that no one even suspect it exists, fearing like death to be completely manifest; so one man never completely understands another.
Inwardness (n.) is earnestness; whoever has lost it can truly say with Macbeth, 'The wine of life is drawn… all is but toys.'
Inwardness (n.) is eternity, the constituent of the eternal in man; wherever it is lacking, the spirit is finitized.
Inwardness (n.) is, in faith, higher than outwardness and incommensurable with it — not the first inwardness of mood and feeling, but a new one.
Inwardness (n.) is a holy of holies in the soul where consciousness withdraws, shuts itself in, and finite thoughts that push in topple like Dagon before the ark.
Inwardness (n.) does not interest the world — neither when it serves the established order nor when it is used catastrophically; to be sacrificed does not interest the world.