If I cannot recognize myself, then I am exactly that unrecognizable being. If I am fond of myself, I am fond of my dream.

 If I were unable to recognize myself in the mirror—which I already do not—it would not horrify me. This is usually what frightens the alienated. But myself—the thing I call “I”—lies precisely in this hallucinatory state of existence. If I cannot recognize myself, then I am exactly that unrecognizable being. If I am fond of myself, I am fond of my dream. And since I am nothing but a fantasy, nothing can take my reality away from me—for one cannot turn a being that is already a ghost into a ghost.