Through the advent of my perceiving, I’m able to withdraw into a schema of possibilities which opens up a myriad of images leading from the past and into the future-soon-to-be-past. I’m enveloped by the actuality of my own reality and, through circumstances which lay claim to my psyche and my movements, become an object that is lost; an object with no direction muddling through a sea of nothingness in which all other objects become one and the same.
All beings, heretofore, have no standing in the world, but are there as elements of a structure that reduces them to monadic participants in an unparticipating universe; a refuse of personal and subjective horizons that, through their relatedness, are virtually inter-dependent and mirror images of all that there is.
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