Solomon his wisdom would not suffice to say what the rogue means." "Certes, Stephen Hapgood, his wisdom doth not suffice," cried the other.
"It is as though a mole cried out against the morning star, because he could not see it.

But our dispute, friend, is concerning the nature of that subtle essence which we call thought.

For I hold with the learned Scotus that thought is in very truth a thing, even as vapor or fumes, or many other substances which our gross bodily eyes are blind to.

For, look you, that which produces a thing must be itself a thing, and if a man's thought may produce a written book, then must thought itself be a material thing, even as the book is.

Have I expressed it?
Do I make it plain ?" "Whereas I hold," shouted the other, "with my revered preceptor, _doctor, praeclarus et excellentissimus_, that all things are but thought; for when thought is gone I prythee where are the things then?
Here are trees about us, and I see them because I think I see them, but if I have swooned, or sleep, or am in wine, then, my thought having gone forth from me, lo the trees go forth also.