“Mysticism, when transposed from the warm twilight of myth and fiction to the cold searchlight of fact and reason, has usually little left to recommend itself. Its language, unless resounding within its own magic or mystic circle, will often appear poor and even slightly foolish, and its most baffling metaphors and high-flown images, when deprived of their iridescent wings, may easily resemble the pathetic and pitiful sight of Baudelaire’s Albatross. Political mysticism in particular is exposed to the danger of losing its spell or becoming quite meaningless when taken out of its native surroundings, its time and its space.”
The Kings two Bodies, Princeton 1957, S. 3.