In my forthcoming book, Metaphysical Reality, I defend two positions that, together, have from the very beginning formed the backbone of my philosophy. (1) The Platonic conception of reality. We ask: What is it that is real? We find that all that surrounds us in the outer world, including our own bodies, has no permanence and no intrinsic meaning. Everything in the outer world is, in itself, strictly unintelligible. It only acquires meaning when the mind confers meaning on it. Indeed our mind – not as a thing, not as a faculty – but as an activity, in other words, our active. creative intelligence, or better said, our intelligent creativity, that is the only thing we know of that is worthy of being called real. (2) The second position I defend in this book and have been defending all the time is that philosophy does not give us knowledge and does not produce any apodictic propositions. The whole end and purpose of philosophical thinking is ceaselessly to explore our inner reality. The insight gained in that exploration cannot be conveyed in any determinate formulation of thought, but, like all mystic experience, can only be intimated in parable and myth. Hence I assert that philosophy is of the nature of poetry and its utterances are oracular proclamations.