He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sunrise.

  If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear
to man as it is: infinite.
  For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow
chinks of his cavern.

Do I contradict myself?  Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.

We suffer from a hallucination, from a false and distorted sensation of our own existence as living organisms. Most of us have the sensation that "I myself" is a seperate center of feeling and action, living inside and bounded by the physical body-a center which "confronts" an "external" world of people and things, making contact through the senses with a universe both alien and strange.