I am very busy with being myself.

There is just nothing else. Other people are occupied with business, craft, family - their thoughts and energy run past themselves towards some outter object. I used to be like that a very-very long time ago. Nowdays I am so completely idle - nothing can warrant my full interest - all I do and all I want to do is to look within myself.

I don't know why really. It's just the way things developped and now it's an overpowering habit.

This blog is of course a powerful tool of self-gazing.
It's almost a temple I go to pray to whenever I have a moment.
It's like a monastery even and I am the only nun on premises.

Outside of that there is just nothing much at all.
There is no me outside of that.

It's a very reduced life but I know of no other. And more importantly still - I don't know the reason for any other life.