The mind is certainly not designed for turning inward. Everything rushes in to thwart the impulse. What fuels the mind is interest and interest abounds in the darnedest places, including everything to do with interest itself, its vicissitudes, the lack of, the poor quality of, the best kind of, the alternatives to, the appetite for appetite, etc. Put another way, there are so many places to see yourself reflected; the mind was creating selfies long before they became a craze - but always? maybe not - absorbed by narratives which allow it to identify in different ways, to take on various roles, a cast of characters, to find out what they think in order to find out what it might think. Might is the key word; the provisional or hypothetical self was a great discovery, a great multiplier of interest. So how is attention to be pulled back in, with no object, or interest, or hypothetical self, or role? 'All of that is objectivity, but how about the subject, the one it is all for?' - this thought, so easy to express, is almost impossible to think, to realise. It is like trying to align two like poles of two magnets - perfectly denominated in French as aimants - you try to hold one and come in with the other on a straight line, dead centre, but the slightest fluctuation, and there are always fluctuations, sends it flying off to the side, extraordinarily energised. Unlike with interest, there are no salient points of interest in the direction of attention, and why would there be, it all goes out from there? Interest is all selfies, attention is none.