as individuals of every period : cosmic , historic , psychological , fantastic ; of every dimension : here , there and not-anywhere-but-now , such individuals were only barely aware of their individuality , in fact , individuality being , as those once blossomed dreamed , being only because of the forgetfulness of the common , the communal , the collective : more than we and us - that terrible ground of being , so dark that it was all light , so thick that it was thinner than air , as weighty as a vacuum , and as such the throbbing flesh of any moment - whew !