I thought briefly about writing a great philosophical work. It would be my Being and Nothingness, my Critique of Pure Reason. It would be an examination of the mystery of consciousness, an exposition of its nature and what rules it must follow to operate. I even had some ideas on just what this great philosophical work would say. I sat down last night, with all the ideas in my mind, and could not get a foothold on where to begin. It was like a perfect system that admitted of no entry point. I'll have to work on it later.