You have to get sick to meet the crowd just as you now see it. You have to
disintegrate to create the others just as they now appear to you. The
others are nothing more than the fruit of your fragmentation, but this, you
can neither see nor understand. If you remain whole, your vanity
will disappear, and with it, the absurd theatre of appearances. If you
remain intact, time will vanish and with it, all that is not real: ‘suffering’ for example. If you remain untuoched, you’ll see the world in its absolute perfection and the others
as they really are: Gods – omnipotent and immortal as Yourself.