Something like desire arose and so he acted, and the action became the fulfilling of a desire that was shaped or invented by the action. He knew that if he prodded discursive mind enough then it would find something to wonder about, and desire would be the desire to wonder. Discursive mind was a given, but it was greatly assisted by writing, by the action of assembling some physical stuff correlative to his thoughts. It was a matter of kneading his mind as if it were bread dough, making it come alive with elasticity, ready to rise yet again after so many cycles, so many collapses. Mind flirting with soul, hoping to arouse its interest, its autonomous desire, to cause it to awaken and prise open its true-seeing eye. Mind existing only in the moment, engaged in a tireless and largely futile ancillary activity, driven by unreflective and unfree will, was placed in opposition to soul, with few states, more or less activated, more or less condescending.