Fallen into thought, this inveterate habit of treating everything algebraically, substituting counters for counters and moving them around in set patterns. This answers to a need, it has a gravitation behind it. What sort of being would have that as a possibility? Anthropological answers are clearly disqualified. To catch yourself in the act again and to be embarrassed. Taking the whole setting for granted so that you can be so small, ignorant, reduced. Why have days like this? The only genuine embarrassment is metaphysical.