I make sense not as actions taken that would benefit myself in observable and immediate facts of reality, but in the way that at the core of me, there is a valid conclusion. It is a line, the only line that needs to be made. Infinite lines of flight from the individual to the outside world. An evolved form of will to power, but having a disjointed relationship with it. Consistency is what we aim for, but consistent understood as “ever-changing.” Our state of solitude, or degree of inner conte...