We live together, we act on, and react to, one another;
but always and in all circumstance we are by ourselves.
The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone.
Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies
into a single self-transcendence; in vain.
By its very nature every embodied spirit
is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude.
— Aldous Huxley
in, The Doors of Perception
(1954)
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