In its fear of the higher powers which are the immediate instruments of the Substance, fearful of their struggles among themselves, and fearful of the simple self of Necessity which crushes them as well as the living beings linked with them; in its compassion for these living beings which it also knows to be the same as itself it is conscious only of a paralysing terror of this movement, of equally helpless pity, and as the end of it all, the empty repose of submission to Necessity, whose work is understood neither as the necessary deed of the character, nor as the action of the absolute Being within itself.