What can I know? What should I do? What may I hope?

What can I know? What should I do? What may I hope? – under a starry heaven no more responsive than a mirror or a spaceship

I am in a state of stasis, political paralysis. Who is this collective human ‘I’, in a world ‘completely invented by me’? Nobody at all, of course.

 I am tripping on perceptual journeys across the universe, yet I am confined to this chair.