Even by common wisdom there seem to be both people and objects in my dream that are outside myself but clearly they were created in myself and are part of me they are mental constructs in my own brain.

We coin concepts and we use them to analyse and explain nature and society. But we seem to forget midway that these concepts are our own constructs and start equating them with reality.

A spy like a writer lives outside the mainstream population. He steals his experience through bribes and reconstructs it.

The want of logic annoys. Too much logic bores. Life eludes logic and everything that logic alone constructs remains artificial and forced.