There was this one time

Man will not recognize a handfull of his struggles until he is relieved from the ability to actually enter the context of his particular struggle. At this point he will have an entirely new set of struggles to which his golden store of knowledge will exist only to deprave his attention toward neurotic/con/destructive/narccisistic constructs of his mind. In this obsession, man separates himself, becoming isolated from the entire universe, or perhaps it is that he takes on the mass of the entire universe, and he suffocates in his vacuum, or perhaps is crushed by his own importance, and dies with or without a squirm, it matters not. Hallelujah, man is reborn!
Glory to God,
Amen.