Lore, deliver me from abstraction! Tell me a story about reality in excruciating fictional detail: torture the specifics for a thousand pages to lead to the general, to make life a question of values is the highest way to chain yourself to a rabid skunk, your senses will go before you lose yourself completely, as you intended; be purposeful in your choices, decide with the clarity of a perfect selection, do your business with engagement and I am sure that the single letter personal noun is a farce constructed to ensure that the benefits of plurality accrue to a single place: be sure in your boxes and decide who the second person is because the mirror is glass and you're seeing someone else in the morning and before you go to sleep.