The Problem With Introspection Is That It

The Silence Of The World Could Not Rein Back It's Greed. Not Any Longer. Not When It Had Virtually Won.

Either I've Invented A Whole New Logic Or, Ahem, I'm Not Playing With A Full Deck.

The Logos Was Both That Which Thought, And The Thing Which It Thought: Thinker And Thought Together. The Universe, Then, Is Thinker And Thought, And Since We Are Part Of It, We As Humans Are, In The Final Analysis, Thoughts Of And Thinkers Of Those Thoughts.

But An Artist, He Realized. Or Rather So-called Artist. Bohemian. That's Closer To It. The Artistic Life Without The Talent.

She Makes Life Over, He Realized. She Controls Life, Whereas I Just Sit On My Can And Let It Happen To Me.