Through glass—I died—The corridor.
I am puzzled. Yesterday, at the very moment when I thought everything was untangled, and that all the X ’s were at last found, new unknowns appeared in my equation. The origin of the coordinates of the whole story is of course the Ancient Home. From this centre the axes of all the X ’s, Y ’s, and Z ’s radiate, and recently they have entered into the formation of my whole life.