a supreme arbiter

I analyze perpetually to a disturbingly and (sometimes) annoyingly intense level. "Well, that part is me" "No, I'm sure you're wrong, what you think is you is really me" "I claim that bit - it must be me" "But you're right there!" and so on. The fact that I adore symbolism heightens these processes. "Maybe red symbolizes the fear of displacement" "White could mean you must live without the lesser puzzles to be untroubled" Recently I have been re-reading Sophie's World and decided that "Hannah shall not live by one philosophical book alone", so I went to the library and checked out a hazardous over-load of everyone from Thales to Hare and back again. I love Philosophy to an extent that I can truthfully say it is like food to me. Engrossingly nourishing. I feel I need to expose myself to all philosophers in order to have a stable opinion on Philosophy itself. Cheers to deontological constraints.