Inquiring into my own actions and responses I can always find context and motivation through introspection. While the precise causes of a past action can never be separated out from a host of plausible variants, the inner logic that determines immediate actions, including thoughts and feelings, from an understanding of the current situation is transparent and forms the first datum of any subsequent self-interpretation. So while it can be said that we are a mystery to ourselves this is in a quite different sense from that in which others are a mystery to us. I am not other to myself, being ineluctably distinguished from minds known only externally, however others and their reading of my contexts and motivations exert a tremendous influence on my self-understanding, in many cases more than that which arises from isolated reflection; so that it could be said that others are integral to myself. The world in which I find myself is first a space, and so is constituted by systems of separation. But these separations only function as such if they are at same time connections, and if the division into these dual functions is itself confused. How did things get to be out there, separated in time or space or in the subtler dimensions where thought has its being? Separation ought to behave like a form of belief, but when we try to undo it as act, to walk back the belief, we only add another layer. Easier to believe it is all real, unless you have once experienced its wholly unexpected and absurdly obvious collapse.