Oh to have read the first few paragraphs of Moby Dick, long ago. Dogmatically chasing the phantom of life... disconnected from substance of life. How easy it

Oh to have read the first few paragraphs of Moby Dick, long ago. Dogmatically chasing the phantom of life... disconnected from substance of life. How easy it is to find an abuse or deprivation worth filling in with the chase for life's sensory phantom.