The out there is in here. Nothing is outside me, for without me there would be neither inside nor outside.

What is beyond me is already encompassed by me, for otherwise the “beyond me” wouldn’t even come into my conception.

I dwell in a world that dwells in my thinking. This baffles even me, who am both the baffler and the bafflee!

I am strange this way! I am that which is encompassed by its own encompassing. I’m somewhat like a Klein Bottle.