The it plays the I. Oh! Marvelous acting ! It starts with a lie. A play of reacting to myself. I am. I want. I do. Is it right ? Is it me ? Two perspectives. Both true. I see and I agree with myself. Distinction from the whole. Signify me, my world ! The I must have this role. Life will grow and unfold out of myself. Many levels of thought. All signifiers, I see ! One makes sense, one does not. It is all about me and myself.
