Idearium español, el molinero

This post continues my bewilderment surrounding the dismissal of ideas and thinkers.  This time its tied to el molinero, Ganivet.  According to his epilogue his work might have neither head nor feet but walks around on stilts.  Its object of study, processing forms of regeneracionismo common to the Generation of 1898, is at once removed (it was written abroad) but also re-connects to the earth through a peculiar humor.  Speaking of skies and grounds: "Si no me estrello, voy a llegar hasta las nubes".

This comparison truly become interesting when Ganivet strikes a note with Zubiri on the mysterious inner-workings of objects:

"Cuando yo, siendo estudiante, leí las obras de Séneca, me quedé aturdido y asombrado, como quien, perdida la vista o el oído los recobraba repentina e inesperadamente y viera los objetos, que con sus colores y sonidos ideales se agitaban antes confusos en su interior, salir ahora en tropel y tomar consistencia de objetos reales y tangibles."

This passage describes a tactile contact as an unexpected agitation.  A moment when "the interior" reveals "salir en tropel", an unexpected multitude of things, people and ideas.  The book itself, the Idearium, is that grinds through these ideas like a mill.  It processes instead of proposes.