The world is a domain of the imagination, being-in-the world is a power of the imagination, You live in and with the imagination but are not identical with it. The old romantic distinction of primary and secondary imagination is valid but the two are not separate, every ripple in one sends eddies into the other. The passions are affections of the imagination, they remake the world in its foundations as well as in those parts you take hold of with purpose and provision. Reality cannot be reached through the imagination, although it will insist otherwise, its nature is endless spin.