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Well joseph, I believe I must write another letter to you about this time; although perhaps I may not find much to say. This is rather a barren country for news; and for thoughts probably still more so, except something or others of Railroads or Bridges. Cares & perplexities are perhaps more plenty than ideas; for those i need not write to you as you probably have about your phase of them already. To you, I expect one ought to write something besides of the "actual"; perhaps somethin to "expose & undermine that solid falsehood, the material" I believe however I happen too have no ideas of my own, I must go to your letter. For some, I guess unclear, quotation from unclear. Phil. I do believe in it and I hardly know how much. Neither can I tell how much of superstition, or how much of philosophy is mingled with my faith. The idea of the "context" is perhaps that things may become so familiar to the imagination as to seem familiar to the unclear. One may read & think so much of Palmyra, Rome or Niagara, thats when at last unclear them, their very fears seem familiar. That & much more is mere philosophy, the philosophy of the imagination the other that some would call mere unclear, may be only the same imagination will further carried out, and more mixed unclear of memory & imagination together. Farther than this I hardly know as I would do to go much far. unclear we get out of the world & no philosophy into some new world of unclear or some kindred affair. By the way there are projects I hardly dare to look into. There are it seems to me great