There were certain lines that he feared crossing and so he always kept them in sight, but in a peripheral vision since it was also essential that he imagine he was crossing them. Life was a projection to him as much as it was lived, or rather it was lived in the projection as much as before it. When the two incompatable orders of reality came into contact there was never a question of which one would prevail. This was the stance of the experimentalist, but it entailed an ethical dimension that could never be transparent. There were different rules in different spheres and they all had to be adhered to, but those of the experimenter were no more than a set of excuses for breaking others as he found it convenient. These had little authority and could do nothing to dissolve the residues of past breaches.