Snoozing Behind the Objective self

Once upon a time, wo-man, blessed with self-consciousness, mistakes self for the self heshe observes, and mistakes the rest of the world for what is not himher, and the sense of the other is born. Apparently, wo-man has become what heshe is not, confused with and suffused by the objective self.

Then wo-man starts to awaken and notices that what was being seen, the objective self, was no more self than the rest of the world; just a giant canvass, a cucoon in which one dreams, enjoying a rather engrossing Truwoman show.

But you are not the cuccoon, though cuccooned you may be, and you aren't the canvass, though you may be painting in swooshes, and there is refreshment further afield, and infinite resource to call upon. Come, let's fly.