It’s interesting: belonging to something that you are not currently, actually, part of, versus what that reflection is like now that you are part of that…belonging: when what you are (the subjective) interfaces with the acknowledgment of what you are in in the external, some objective reality of sorts. Is it like staring into space, only to find that it was you all along, and in that mirror, finding that the world looks back in a dead stare? In the outer world we find ourselves more deeply than ever before in the resolute urgency to get back into the center, some semblance of familarity, truth, namely ourselves, while in the farther, more stranger, regions of our wanderings.