Why is that?
A description is possible only of an object. And I am not an object; I am a subjectivity. I can describe the table, I can describe the grapes, I can describe the whole world – except me. Description is applicable only to objects. I am always the witness. If I describe myself, in the very nature of things that description becomes false, because I am again witnessing it. I am always the witness, which cannot be reduced to an object.
Is it possible for you to describe others – other individuals?
No – as objects of course, but not as subjectivity. I can describe the color of your hair, I can describe the clothes you are wearing, but I cannot describe you, the being you are – that remains indescribable. And that’s the whole mystery of existence, that at the ultimate core, at the very center, is something that you can experience but you cannot explain.
You seem like a very certain individual, a man sure of himself. But I wonder if you have doubts about your work, about your role?
You are not subject to self-doubt?
You don’t second-guess yourself in any way?