The human being as conscious of himself has at some point begun to feel uncomfortable in his skin and to ask himself many questions. This feeling alien to one's own life is the other side of consciousness. As many wonderful good sides there are to being aware that one knows that one thinks and deceives oneself to be an objective observer of one's thoughts, it is also difficult to accept the strangeness within ourselves.

Instead, man has experienced himself as separate from nature and projects this fear of separation onto activities to defeat nature. Some claim that we are still instinct-driven and that the deterministic view one can control everything and play God is unfortunately a mental failure of what we humans are capable of: to integrate ourselves into the eternal cycle of becoming and passing away and not to see this as painful (death and birth). We focus too much on pain and too little on the fact that pain did not exist without joy. One does not work without the other.

We have the myopic way of looking at things. We screen out any things that are not immediately important to us, looking out for danger. Fascination for doom might be neutralized if we would say "why bother about that?"