The problem with introspection is that it has no end.
Only the shallow know themselves.
Introspection is a devouring monster. You have to feed it with much material, much experience many people, many places, many loves, many creations, and then it ceases feeding on you.
If we cannot find peace inside ourselves, it is useless to look for it elsewhere.[Quand on ne trouve pas son repos en soi-même, il est inutile de le chercher ailleurs.]
I am a victim of introspection.
