His world was almost a world of purposeful action; almost in extent and almost in will. Purposive action was speculation in time, bringing about interwoven structures of varied span from the shortest to the longest, and forging an equivalence between inner time and outer time. Inner time was traversed by the idea of death and its anxiety which exceeded all will and purpose, and threw the entire speculation into a kind of ecstasy. Outer time knew nothing of this, being deathless, being continuous transformation, being both the notion of mere happening and that of posterity or recognition. The project was to subsume inner time in outer time, let it be an accident attached contingently to it, but in spite of this he could not free himself from the awareness that outer time was a construction of inner time, one of its first and most inevitable projects.