They care about their thing.
To be in this fractal line of deep individuation, there isn't room to care much for anything else but the self. Even those individuals who are all about universalizing their experience are still doing just that-- still doing what is deeply caught up in their experience. Anything and everything is so deeply tainted by their individuation lens that touching the Other, inevitably, is often downright baffling. And very necessary. For without the Other, the tribals, the individuals, the collective peoples, the fierce individuals wouldn't be. Very simple to me now. In practice it is still so funny, so queer.
I ruminate, self righteous, egomaniacal tendency(s) of mine, so viscous and thick in my bloodways.
It is really wonderful when the individual, the crux of its own mutation, gets to meet the Other. When mutants touch the Other, be it the tribe, the collective, or another mutant. The touching is nice, inevitable, fuzzy warm. And it goes well along with the change-as-the-only-constant whorl of a biverse-universe we live in.
Individuals can't care about many things.
They care about their own thing.
Inevitably.
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