There is a separateness simultaneous with a sense of sameness that is inescapable within the organized structure of humanity. The act of living out one’s existence is an unconscious embrace of habit that in turn is based upon activities that yield expected results and minimize unpleasant interactions that might unexpectedly lead to danger. A strict code of behavior that coils around one’s activities leads one to consider the terrain around them as potentially hostile. At least this is more so with those persons who have a greater storehouse of events to draw upon as guideposts for revising that governing plan for daily survival. For in times of a larger sense of social crisis one has to assume a heightened awareness of potential trouble impacting one’s regular appreciation of the world outside.
Given the ceaseless nature of this ongoing process, it seems that there is minute if any time to step outside one’s own dilemma to appreciate where this leaves one in terms of their personality. If one is found to be less impacted then their behavior might seem less hostile and more amenable to greater self awareness outside of the ‘rat run’ of standard procedures. If one is under the attack of the distinct possibility that there set of habits are no longer valid and might now work against their chances of continued survival then a crisis mentality descends upon them. The increasing density of their fellow creatures multiplies this stress. An accompanying ‘prison mentality’ becomes evident in the latter. The question of true identity becomes a very low priority to the quest for finding the right combination of demonstrated behaviors to exhibit to once more achieve stasis.
Yet, in the larger appreciation of the totality of life’s experience, is it really possible to avoid one’s ultimate destiny of abstracted thinking concluded by unfortunate circumstances that lead to the finality of the end of life? Are we not unavoidably ourselves on a fatal journey to the ultimate exponent of all the choices that we have subsequently made? Is there a way or an independent will to lift up but a single finger but a millimeter higher to avoid our own self-determined destruction? Does a colony of bacteria heed the obviousness of the futility of its own call for endlessly consuming everything that it encounters, turning the complexity of its surroundings into a simple endless replication of itself?
Perhaps in this way we are equally damned by the surroundings that we choose to inhabit and the only relief possible is to shed them much in the manner that a snake routinely sloughs off its own outer covering to allow for relief from perpetual expansion. Where then is the point where one can really say that they have the power to actually choose beyond the fact of their own necessity to continue with this mad exercise of perpetual survival? The only crazy anomaly that one might be able to truly share with the rest of nature is a ceaseless avoidance of being pulled into the ultimate vortex of annihilation. The greatest mystery of existence that drives everything on every level of complexity thus inspired by animate force to continue to avoid the approach of the inevitable chaos of final destruction.