Idealism

I have this idea, my friends. It is an amazingly excellent idea, sure to bring ecstatic rejoicing. I am overwhelmed to imagine it, you see, I cannot help but ramble on about this thing of wonder. This notion lives in my mind, and it says to me, "I am a good and wise notion; you should act on me." I say to it, "Yes, O good and wise notion, I will manifest you in a form!" Only, I was not being honest with the notion, or perhaps it was not being honest with me. I let it run around, and then it fails me and I condemn it. Curse you, notion! Why did you convince me you were good and wise? Now I have an idea, which is different from a notion. It says to me, "I am a good and wise idea; you should act on me." I say to it, "Yes, O good and wise idea, I will manifest you in a form!" I fully intend to do this, and it fully intends to manifest. It will be great. I cannot wait until I figure out what my idea is!

In conclusion, it would seem that historians are more concerned in our (post?)modern (No one seems to know much about the post. We should hire a sentinel.) age with the aethereal concept of the "common man" as a force far more influential than the so-called "great man." Please note that a concept is not at all like a notion or an idea. Also, this conclusion was neither a notion nor an idea, and especially no such thing of mine. I am surprised at you. I thought you were my friends. What's that? You are! O mine excellent good friends! I knew you would never accuse me of such things! The very idea, which is nothing like a notion or a concept! It is silly talk; do forgive me. Hurrah for friendship! Hurrah for Karamazov!