Somehow, once things start to become a little bit clear a compulsion seems to arise to develop a complete map of being and then to locate yourself and others within it - something you can call home. These maps of being, which can be structured in terms of truth or goodness or beauty, intellect, will or feeling and their various hybrids, serve a practical purpose, they endow us with persuasive force and with persuasive inertia, that is, they grant us some immunity from the persuasions of others. In this sense they are an essential component of social being, in that they provide you with a position and a means of defending that position. There are challenges that arise inwardly, from self-doubt and challenges that arise externally from the need for status, from social-doubt say, or from competition in assimilating knowledge. Some people feel these challenge more keenly than others and devote more and better energy to developing a position, these are rare ones, most cobble together something more rough and paraconsistent out of bits and pieces of well-subscribed positions. All of this is the ongoing work of the creation of culture, but in pursuing it you give yourself over to earnest abstractions and lose sight of the immediate occasion which drives this need. There is an overflowing in the heart of the moment which is almost immediately contextualised as a predicament of a self, it is personalised before there is any notion of what the person could be. This means that it is deferred out of its moment into time and space as frames of the hypothetical. This is inevitable error but if there is to be any resolution to this overflowing it can only be in the very same moment. The beauty of understanding is achieved in its self-dissolution, in the realisation that there was never any resolution, that you have never departed by one iota from the original overflowing.