This is what it is, always, whether there is attention on it or not. Nothing ever comes from outside because that's where it goes, to the outside, that's all that outside is - the going; it's here first and then it escapes or seems to, at any rate you let it go; it's no longer and you cease to care. You are only this again and again, whether you think to think of it or not, the taste is the same. The idea of it as a process, that you are a process, that you can change it by changing experience is the most delightful of ideas, but doesn't mean you have to believe it, put your heart in it, as if that was the thing you could do. Just another cloud that passes, that shapes a day for what doesn't coincide. The semi-colon always truer than the comma is all you know and ever need to know.