Listen—just listen—as your self-directed antipathy resolves into antiphony. There is no mantra, no maxim you could repeat to yourself for which you don't already have a retort—?

... —No, contradiction is not inherent in the world; the world is endowed therewith by consciousness. The currents of reality are invisible, like a steady wind, until made apparent by those little things they overcome and toss about.—But, then again, shouldn't we rather posit the primacy of the subject? "No will: no representation, no ... " The currents of reality are indeed transparent, but consciousness is no mere scrap, tossed about at the mercy of the winds; it is the atmosphere. It is not an actor, but the stage, upon which the world unfolds.—Nevertheless, ...

     —Well, we could spend our evenings pondering, vacillating between the chicken and the egg, but, either way, it's omelets for breakfast every day.

He who serves knowledge enslaves himself.

Blind Spot—

     There is a blind spot where the optic nerve attaches to your retina—that is the price you pay for seeing. You do not know why you do these things you do—that is the price you pay for existing in this world.

Turn the page and turn your back on a previous self.

     And, when you have the strength to turn back, to turn to that other you, let him remind you of what you have forgotten, but don't forget to tell him what you have learned.

     —Forgiving another is a subtle process of reminding and correcting the multitude of selves.