A world can be so wonderfully inarticulate, expressing as it does each jealousy, in a blizzard of minimalist vernacular; pursuing the obvious common denominator thus elevating the average meanness to the heights of banality and expedience quantified by the measure of indifference required to fill the volume of ignorance necessary to provide potential to each prejudice as a true barometer of society’s preference calculated to protect the existing social order.
We suffer from a hallucination, from a false and distorted sensation of our own existence as living organisms. Most of us have the sensation that “I myself” is a separate centre of feeling and action, living inside and bounded by the physical body — a centre which “confronts” an “external” world of people and things, making contact through the senses with a universe both alien and strange. Everyday figures of speech reflect this illusion. “I came into this world.” “You must face reality, the conquest of nature.”
This feeling of being lonely and very temporary visitors in the universe is in flat contradiction to everything known about man (and all other living organisms) in the sciences. We do not “come into” this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree. As the ocean “waves”, the universe “peoples”. Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature, a unique action of the total universe. This fact is rarely, if ever, experienced by most individuals. Even those who know it to be true in theory do not sense or feel it, but continue to be aware of themselves as isolated “egos” inside bags of skin.