In reference to what?

Blog, bog-log, shnog. This is about self-reference, I, I, I, I, I. Perhaps it's true that one can't help it. This is a recluse talking, someone who lives alone, often does not got out for a week or more, and lives solipsistically, talking to himself, because there is no one else to talk to. Even if he talks to someone else, chances are that the subject under discussion is always someone else's, and the way you find expression in the world is by reacting to someone else's ideas. Your own ideas would be too nerdy, too other-worldly, let's face it, too boring. That is why, whenever I send off something for multiple rejection, I whisper my quote from Shakespeare: Evil, thou art afoot! Take now what course thou wilt!