The Wonder Years

My education is a kind of uprooting, a turning away from the lives I could have led, the loss of a sense of home (but not homecoming). The year ends, there is more bewilderment and strangeness  It is not too unlike previous years. 

Your life, the working out of a philosophical problem, carries on largely unnoticed. Faith in the public square is replaced by faith in the squares of the mind. A tendency to be drawn to writings of low-key humanity, words in lower case, with some things forgotten, many more remembered.

What is the use of thoughts and ideas if one feels, as I do, that one doesn't know what to do with them?

---Walser.

If one can have sound reasoning or faulty reasoning then who is this person that takes a step back, so to speak, so to speak? More: what is this process by which we can disentangle ourselves so, what name do we give to the ability to observe and judge our thoughts? Does this set up an infinite regress or does faith leap in to overcome doubt? Is there a final address, a "home" from which all further thoughts proceed or is the shadow of home always with us, so that what we see is already tinged with memories?

G. Ryle's Aristotelian address...

Faith in the squares of the mind is replaced by faith in the public square. No, not quite. That's not it. It is replaced by a nameless and small faith. Crumbs! Man shall not live (by bread) alone.