I regard it not merely as my warrant but as my necessity–it is in fact no mystical point that in this case they are the same. The only fleeting provisos and clarities of the intending are rendered as actual, and nevertheless in so becoming actual, through the cunning of reflection, become the very upsurging of understanding. So my understanding becomes my will, and my will returns me to necessity. It is in this way that I am drawn to my kin, by will and necessity, and by the desire to understand–not by warrant but by love.