Survival in this modern world appears to be a ruthless exercise of daily survival based solely upon one set of illusions completely dependent upon the next nearest set and so on and so on and so forth like a meandering set of dominos extending all throughout the orderly world. The truth of this arrangement being that if everyone concerned was unexpectedly accosted by the actualization of same in regard to their own larger existence then the world would end as everyone has come to know it. Think of the entire assemblage of humanity paused at the same moment with the same thought in mind that their life is just an imaginary construct that has nothing to do with them personally and that they need no longer play along?
Short of the implosion of the sun into a red dwarf and its effect upon the solar system, nothing could be considered more catastrophic to the imagination of the administrators of the hive. How then could there be a greater heresy than anyone who is not convinced of eternal death with the paradox of an equal measure of corresponding pain. Think of how many generations of solitary souls that had to be weeded out of the species to produce the perfect schizophrenic mix or incurable neurosis with a blindsided sense of ever present hopeful industry?
Can you imagine what ants would have to say if given the power of human speech?