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In order to be self-consciousness, you need to have inner divisions. There is a seed of schizophrenia in every rational being. There need to be parts for there to be analysis, there need to be elements for there to be complexity. There needs to be presentation and representation. There needs to be an opposition between subject and object. There needs to be recognition and denial. For there to be introspection, a space needs open, an opening created by opposing layers of differences.

Two such, necessarily opposing voices speak:
One a hermit, critical and always distancing itself from life. It wants reclusion, it wants to be higher than the rest, where things are quiet and one can see far and wide. It hates everything bourgeois, it detests all group behavior. Beyond morality it says whatever it want to say, always true to itself. It does not want to adapt. It is the voice of the loner, only happy when it can hear itself, only happy when it is moving. It shuns ugliness and boredom. It avoids everything stupid. The will speaks unmediated, unfiltered. Always learning, the hermit is always improving, always on the search for beauty. And through its desires, individuality crystallizes. - The other, its counter-voice, is the voice of the clown. The clown wants to associate with people, support its family, make friends and spread happiness. It is down-to-earth, yet able to smile about life. Nothing is wholly serious to the clown, everything is a game in the end, with rules and other players. Nothing is wholly real. Adaptation is its mastery, irony its attitude. Always curious where the game may lead to, it wants to bind, to settle and find stability to built on. It wants to play at the next level. It wants to be like others. Nobody knows when it mimics other people and when it doesn't. But everyone knows it is the sociable, the voice to talk to.

"I hate you", says the one.
"Don't be so pathetic", says the other.
"No I really hate you. You are a sham. You are social pressure. A slave."
"And you are elitist, wanna-be bohemian. You are yourself only copied from literary characters. A bad copy, that is. Think you are all original, do you? Only you could think of yourself as two voices. 'The hermit and the clown'... you seriously believe that stuff?"
"I hate you. I will get rid of you, some day..."
"Oh shut up"