The self, though changing and shrinking every step, seems merely constant still, with an outer world increasingly complex, dense and erratic. World and self thicken. Blind to its own part in this, it sees only abruptness. The old immensity is now dimly seen as a lost blaze of wonder, the enveloping world as a hostile, foreign place. Locked in that, it is the silent seer still, but its memory has gone.
Otherness lies beyond it, outside the skin of the body.
With this, the mythical inner life, and the secret life of the other. Unaware that reality is its mirror, its inner events the whole map of its world. The seer wanders along narrowing paths, picking up stones. Every stone the gathering mass of the self. Step by step from a dream into a dream.