Inner life (n.) might be modelled as monologues I imagine for someone; can they not do everything the inner life is supposed to do?
The Inner life (n.) seems inferable only inconclusively from the outer, a picture justified by first-person certainty and third-person doubt.
The Inner life (n.) said to be hidden is as vague as the concept itself, which is sensations, thoughts, images, mood, intention and more.
The Inner life (n.) said to be hidden is like saying a multiplication is hidden and one sees only the outer movement of figures.
The Inner life (n.) is hidden only in particular cases, and then not because it is inner.
The Inner life (n.) and the outer stop counting as properties of evidence once the view that we guess others' minds from clues goes up in smoke.
The Inner life (n.) differs from the outer in its logic, and that logic explains the expression; indeterminacy explains the word mental.
The Inner life (n.) seems to be the outer when mien, gesture and circumstance are unambiguous; only an unreadable outer seems to hide an inner.
The Inner life (n.) is tied to the outer logically, not merely empirically.
The Inner life (n.) and the outer, as a relation, are only a picture of the uncertainty of evidence, not its explanation; that an actor can play grief shows both doubt and reality.
The Inner life (n.) is presupposed just insofar as one presupposes a human being; a friendly answer from a stranger simply pleases.
The Inner life (n.) is a delusion, a painted curtain drawn in front of the scene of actual word use.
The Inner life (n.) uncertainty is in the end an uncertainty about something outer.