To know objects as they veritably are, might reveal all things as locked together in a scheme of universal good, so that "white would rule unchecked along the line." But this would be the greatest of disasters; for, as moral agents, we cannot do without
"the constant shade
Cast on life's shine,—the tremor that intrudes
When firmest seems my faith in white."C
C: Ibid.
The intellectual insight that would penetrate through the vari-colour of events into the actual presence of the incandescent white of love, which glows, as hope tells us, in all things, would stultify itself, and lose its knowledge even of the good.
"Think!
Could I see plain, be somehow certified
All was illusion—evil far and wide