That's Why

Because I suffer endlessly from the shivering uncertainty of indecision. Because I wish to hold the key and blueprint to every essential angle of my little languid life. Because I want to the point of unbeing.

For Stanley (After Eyes Wide Shut)

Watching Kubrick leaves me shattered in a foreign haze,
Shedding shadowed skin of my former knowing days,
When all unity of lulling lovely life came playing forward,
And every thought had a name, and every name a smiling gaze.
(Thank you for existing, now to sleep and dreams to hoard.)

Question and Answer (and The Power of Concision)

What distinguishes us from animals?

Being aware of being aware of being. In other words, if I not only know that I am but also know that I know it, then I belong to the human species. All the rest follows -- the glory of thought, poetry, a vision of the universe. In that respect, the gap between ape and man is immeasurably greater than the one between amoeba and ape. The difference between an ape's memory and human memory is the difference between an ampersand and the British Museum library.

-- Nabokov

Note

Xenophilia.

You should try it, Christians.