His mind was made up: he had already envisioned what he was going to do, and even though without dooing anything at all he could imagine the outcome as if it were a tune, he still felt prompted to take a chance and carry out his idea of reality. The mind, hereflected was like an ideal musical instrument - invisible, portable, capable of synthesizing all sounds - yet powerless in itself; it was also flawed because it reqauired its listeneer, the body, to exercise leverage on physical matter. This prompting, this necessary transfer of power from the midn to the body was for him one of the deepest mysteries of liffe, and he often wonderred why, by creating the mind inHis own image and physical reality inthe image of man, God in His wisdom had refuserd to solvev the eternal antinomy betweeen man's mind and man'ss longing for physical reality.