Life is a question of nerves, and fibers, and slowly built up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. There are many introjections, many investments, each with many varying intensities in a changing pattern, loosely held together in memory and expectation, with many components supportive or conflicting in shifting alignments. The contents of your mind and other living minds and the messages of minds long dead interpreted by the living. Beauty is sometimes terrifying because it takes us out of ourselves into the infinite world that is not ourselves. The world of the self is a refuge, and we need it in order to retain our identity.
Man is nostalgia and a search for communion.
Therefore when he is aware of himself he is aware of his lack of another, that is, his solitude. There is no such thing as a human nature. The other is investment, giving of oneself. I am the person that I am because of all I prize, all that matters to me in any degree whatever. A man has as many different social selves as there are distinct groups of persons about whose opinion he cares.