I can identify with the trees. plants, grass, flowers, and birds around me. That’s real. But the society I notionally inhabit feels fake and distant. I can relate to some of the people, some of the time. But sanity is spending most of my time alone. Parts of the general order feel bizarre and foreign. It all has to unravel before we can rebuild something that is “spiritually legible”. Let the days pass and moods flow by; I am not the architect of this change, so no need to rush anything.