"A mind stained by attachments and leaking is unwholesome..." he read in the book of an ancient master. He saw that a passivity dependent on favourable conditions was a mere pseudo-passivity which only added further layers of bad-faith to cherished attachments. It was surprising that a small gap could be wedged between himself and these long-standing tendencies, and with only a small distance the attachments became a laboratory of identifications. Any source of discomfort was seen to be an obstructed projection of a future happiness, which was itself posed as the more complete claim and attainment of a promised inheritance, or previously renounced delight. There was a polarity in which he found himself on one side but needed to be, but truly belonged, on the other side. Things were not how they ought to be, but the predicament in which this placed him was of precisely the scale of what he believed to be his volition, his capability of willed action. This action, however, was to proceed by stealth, by a declared intention opposite to its real intention. Above all the demand could not be surrendered, insistence was obdurate, even against his very own ideas of mediation or renunciation.