Oneself Interprets Itself.

There is only oneself abstracting itself while remaining itself. This by itself is as remarkable as it is absurd. So by all means, abstract all the way to the moon and back but remember there's nothing here but oneself doing the abstracting and, more importantly, that any perceived separation is essentially illusory and severely lacking in one sense or another. I'll dedicate the above simplification to Eugene Wigner and all Maybugs in Love. ~ Wald