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Psychedelic ego death is not a mere dissolution of one's sense of self, but the dissolution of boundaries between concepts within one's framework, allowing you to view the world as fluid; pure noise. This is the hippie cliche of unity, of "being one with nature/the world/Earth/the universe." If it were simply the death of the ego, 'you' wouldn't be part of 'everything', as 'things' have boundaries that wouldn't include 'you'.
"What a useful thing a pocket-map is!" I remarked.
"That's another thing we've learned from your Nation," said Mein Herr, "map-making. But we've carried it much further than you. What do you consider the largest map that would be really useful?"
"About six inches to the mile."
"Only six inches!" exclaimed Mein Herr. "We very soon got to six yards to the mile. Then we tried a hundred yards to the mile. And then came the grandest idea of all ! We actually made a map of the country, on the scale of a mile to the mile!"
"Have you used it much?" I enquired.
"It has never been spread out, yet," said Mein Herr: "the farmers objected: they said it would cover the whole country, and shut out the sunlight ! So we now use the country itself, as its own map, and I assure you it does nearly as well."
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