"Turtles All the Way Down"

I will feed the bellydogs stew-meat meant for Cerberus.

I am a twitching corpse--flyblown later. . . .

There is nothing but perception. There is nothing behind perception. Perception is everything. I walk in a different world than my psychiatrist who uses chemicals to fray the fabric of my perception until there is nothing but rags. This is the only real possibility; otherwise, it is "turtles all the way down."

Cogito ergo sum, expressed as gerundives, becomes "thinking, therefore being." Does this mean ipso facto and a fortiori "being, therefore thinking?" No, no reflexivity, just a false mirror, a broken chiasmus . . . perceptions of a broken man.