The Mechanism (n.) pays heartfelt homage to the principle of the greatest possible stupidity — with a malicious chuckle each time apparent intention is traced back to pressure and stress.
Mechanism (n.) is already a translation into the sense language of man: it rests on two fictions — motion, from our senses, and the atom, from our psychology.
A Mechanism (n.) knows nothing but quantities, while force lives in quality — so mechanistic theory can describe a process but never explain it.
A Mechanism (n.) may be only a sign language for the inner factual world of struggling and conquering quanta of will; matter, atom and gravity are interpretations made with psychical fictions.
Mechanism (n.) stands refuted if it must lead to a final state — for that state has not been reached.
A Mechanism (n.) is a philosophy of the foreground: it teaches us to determine formulae and gives a great sense of relief.
A Mechanism (n.) assumes the most valuable insights lie where things can be counted — a naivety: what we cannot grasp is just what we call 'higher'.
A Mechanism (n.) in the mechanistic world is imagined the only way eye and fingertips can imagine a world, as being moved, and that picture rests on a sensual prejudice and a psychological one.