I don't know if others are like me, or
if the science of life consist essentially in being so alienated from
oneself that this alienation becomes second nature, such that one can
participate in life as an exile from his own consciousness. Or
perhaps other people, even more self-absorbed than I, are completely
given over to the brutishness of being only themselves, living
outwardly by the same miracle that enables bees to form societies
more highly organized than any nation and allows ants to communicate
with the language of tiny antennae whose results surpass our complex
system of mutual understanding.
Fernando Pessoa
The Book of Disquiet
translation: Richard Zenith
p. 284
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