Loss of Unity?

We should be like a man walking down a room lined with mirrors, who sees himself reflected in all sizes, colours, shades, at all angles and in all proportions, according to the capacity of the mirror, till he seems no longer to belong to himself, but to be cut up into ellipses and octagons and prisms. How soon would he grow frantic in such companionship, and beg for a corner where he might hide and hush himself in the dark?