Fear, that which is fearsome, turns out to have been known before, it is that which is most unhomely, being exposed to what is most unhomely. The symbolic layers fall away and there it is, indifferent reality. And the craving arises for its opposite, the homely, the cozy, that maximum retreat to what is safe and familiar, a mimesis too surely, but you seek to imitate yourself. To snuggle up into the smallest space possible, to attain a pure circularity, to defy space.