The direction taken, being taken, if there is such thing as direction at all, is inward. The outside I will leave to those enamoured by the world. Of course, I remain in the world and appreciate it, its nature, its technology, its people, however, I choose not to involve myself beyond the essentials of food, shelter, contact. This is not a withdrawal, it’s a natural step, that there is nothing else to do but understand myself, err, feel myself. It’s not inward opposed to outward; it’s the only way this time. And it’s not a self-obsessed trip up one’s ass.