One can seemingly go round and round in circles and never return to one’s path.
Displacement of time compounds with each return
and soon one is nowhere near where one started.
He loved mirroring, loved seeing himself from another’s point of view.
The way he could so intensely view Anna as in the wrong—
misjudging him, acting without her senses, etc.—
and then suddenly switch: it was intoxicating.
Suddenly he could witness his own limits, his own projection of self outward.
He could witness a change from ostensible subject to ostensible object,
and in that moment some sort of transcendental shift of perspective would occur
in which one necessarily passed through a God’s eye view.