Replacing concreteness with abstractness.

 As a child, I used to embrace the whole world, and I would feel a deep shame—of which I told no one—that such a place even existed. Like those classical melancholic types lacking any distinctive quality, I too would pity the sufferers, take upon myself the traits of people that I regarded as flaws, and consider myself guilty for not having changed this spectacle. Because my roots were still bound to the earth. Even though I was dissatisfied to the point of alienation, I still belonged to the realm of humanity. For I knew no other world than the physical one. But later I created my own world, and internalized it by exchanging it with the external one. The place to which I belong—if such a place exists—became henceforth an abstract world. That is why dreamer minds are never “healed” or never “heal,” because they have transcended the general realm from which such concepts arise.