It will sometimes happen that your individual identity will disappear, and the objectivity characteristic of the pantheistic poet will develop so unusually within you, that the mere contemplation of external objects will cause you to soon forget your own existence, and become inextricably fused with theirs.
Charles Baudelaire, “Artificial Paradise (Les Paradis Artificiels)” (1860)
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