What appears to be definite and precise does not belong to any acceptable reality. It is only the experiences, the queer previsions, the fleeting premonitions, that are real. Vague and insubstantial though they may appear to be, compared with anything else in the mists and shifting lights of Time theory, they loom up like mountains of iron ore.

We have a thousand possible, but only one is the target. (Nous avons mille possibles, - Mais un seul est la cible)

If prevision be a fact, it is a fact which destroys absolutely the entire basis of all our past opinions of the universe.