 At best, panpsychism, under this pretext, is merely an empty and vain idea, “a conception … that, [may be counted] among the dreams of our imagination”; it names a belief about which the most we may say is that it “may be one of those which do not contradict actual facts” (Micro, I, p. 360). In a word, it is possible, but scarcely probable and in no wise to be considered actual. After all, were it quite literally to be true, then we would have to adjust ourselves to the following curious state of affairs: “Who could endure the thought that in the dust trodden by our feet, in the prosaic texture of the cloth that forms our clothing, in the materials shaped into all sorts of utensils … there is everywhere present the fulness of animated life …?” (Micro, I, p. 361). Who could truly inhabit such a ghastly and ghostly realm?