Of all the mysteries in the world, why must I be one?
Spend your life in introspection. Still the merest uncertainty cascades into chaos — on a continent where all is uncertain.
So that you stumble, moment to moment day to day, unclear of direction, looking inward, as if guidance could possibly come from an emotional gyroscope long demolished by life and bad luck.
And that when you glance up for bearings you find you're Rip Van Winkle, where "introspection" and "sleep" are for the most part synonymous.