From the notebooks of Monsieur Ambivalence

The conscious solipcism of modern poetry may be no more than a reversion to the primitive, to the simple cries of personal emotion which we hear in many different ages and countries and which must have been uttered even in the earliest stages of civilization.

                                                                Werner Jaeger, Paideia v.1, p.117

It's reassuring to know so little has changed.

That the future is not the flimsy object I once believed it to be, but a solid, almost round mass made of expectation and dread.

To be conscious of solipicism is good, but to be unconcious of it might be better.

This is the time of life when I neither walk to the lighthouse or away from the lighthouse.

I am the lighthouse.