Space and time prevent us from seeing all sides of something at once. The spatio-temporal object defies objectification by being constantly inaccessible. We see its front and its back isn't there. We turn it around and its front is its back and the problem comes back to the fore. What isn't always half not there?
Nevertheless, the invisible side has an affect.
Logan isn't visible from all sides, and I wouldn't want him to be.
That's two-dimensionality for you.
We used to confuse love and passion. Passion and action are opposed and in relation, they'd say. Action negates passion, they'd have to say, if they wanted to be logically consistent.
But not all who love are passive.
This book is about affections. The word is pathemata. We struggle to represent the pathemata of the psyche, because words only represent them from one side. You can't contain anything in a word, nonetheless maintain it-not all of it, not all at once.
If there's a word for him, it's Logan.
Logan and I have chosen to direct ourselves towards the same universe.
As a result, our words all mean the same things.
This is pretty much how it happened.