"Familiarity Breeds Indifference"

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"We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstacies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies--all these are private and, except through symbols and second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves."

uplifting words to live by... from Aldous Huxley.