The former says to us, in a most familiar way: “Hey, the world is too big for you, too scary, too powerful. Don’t go out there, you’ll only get hurt. Don’t show up.” This is the cue for the latter, who whispers, “Hey . . .” (they really talk that way) “Hey . . . chill out, lie back, tomorrow’s another day. Have a chocolate. Turn on the telly, hit the Internet, call Sally, pull the blanket back over your head.” (Our world thoughtfully provides many, many virtual blankets to pull over consciousness and its difficult chores.)
