Lionel reflects deeply on the nature of his identity, realizing that looking inward can be a treacherous journey. He perceives his soul as a curved surface that warps the image of anyone examining it, similar to how a funhouse mirror distorts reality. This brings him to an unsettling acknowledgment about the fluidity of identity, suggesting that who we are may simply be a result of chance events rather than a fixed essence.

This introspective journey leads Lionel to grapple with the concept that our identities might be accidental, relying on superficial appearances. He becomes aware that the distinctions we often cling to are merely skin-deep and circumstantial. This insight propels him towards the unsettling realization that understanding oneself might entail confronting uncomfortable truths about the arbitrary nature of identity.