K: How can I think I have
universal order in me?
That's the good old trick...
of the mind which says...
'Disorder is there,
but inside you...
there is perfect
order, old boy'.
That's an illusion.
It's a concept which
thought has put there...
and it gives me
a certain hope...
and therefore it's an
illusion, it has no reality.
What has actual reality
is my confusion.
S: Right.
K: My chaos. And I can imagine,
I can project a cosmos.
S: Right.
K: But that's equally illusory.
So I must start with
the fact of what I am.
