This life, this reality, is mostly a hall of mirrors. A matrix of reflections.
We learn through each other. We come to know our self through interaction, through relationship. Whatever we see comes through a mirror—inverted, distorted, sometimes like a photographic negative. But still… revealing.
Unconscious doesn’t mean what is usually implied.
It doesn’t mean that you’re inferior, immoral, damaged, or irrational.
In the story of Tower of Babel, the confusion isn’t that people suddenly speak different words—it’s that the same words no longer point to the same thing.
“Babel” isn’t just many languages. It’s the loss of shared reference to reality.
It is assumed that we all separate concepts, that we’re all split inside—like our civilized world is split into opposites, into areas, into subjects, each filed separately in compartments. But assuming that the common is the baseline, or natural, or true, prevents us from seeing what is real.
It's in their words – when they're not watching. "I have to", "I have obligations", "it's my duty". They've convinced themselves that it's what they want. And they do. They're not wrong.
As if living by obligation is some kind of higher order that only mature and responsible people are capable of.
You can’t make a group-consciousness person think like an individual. It’s not even a choice that exists for them. They don’t have a mind of their own, a conscience of their own. They think they do, they believe they do. But it’s never really challenged, tested.
The few suffer because of the many.
99% of people comply, settle, bend
a rare 1% don’t.