Your Elitism is matched only by the hubris inhering in your atomized unreflective self-
reflections. Worsened by lacking the credibility in any social circle to lay claims to it
(which you need, necessitate *and* in clinging to it, you're thrown because it isn't you,

you aren't one among many), History's against you. Hence the hubris (which is of course,
ironically, History). Thought that looks itself alone. Shelled, but unturtlelike. Turtles
aren't cowboys. Or girls. Cowgirls. When you get over it, occidentally speaking from the
position of oppositional ideas, rather than the supercession it's all the eternality with its
external proofs of pain. The antennae redistribute this intensely private pain right back to
the self and mistake that for publicity.