I find it intriguing, the little spots and blemishes that come to one driven from the centre to the periphery. And yet, the whole of my creed is that wherever one is is a centre and not a periphery, that one's own qualia is all, that one's own present circumstances are sufficient to be known, loved, experienced, perhaps not cherished, but believed and even reveled in. I don't abandon myself to phenomena, but i experience them directly, and i think of them as they happen, without an imposition of intellectual perceptiveness, with no wry humour to speak of, but only with a simple, inward reaching to the depths, and an extrapolation from there to word or action, truth or lies, in some ways a pose, in some ways a stance of unvarnished truth. A truth that yields to no-one and is its own monitor, its own justification and reward.