We come from "Aphrodite", then to "Hermes", but only so we can understand enough to go back to the origin. That's this interesting idea. When you're still very young, you only have your senses to rely on. Then you learn language, hopefully use that language to learn and understand concepts... supposedly that's all useless, but then how can you even know to return to the sensory if the intellectual doesn't first direct you back home? I don't think it's useless.
I have five heads about this.
One: Of course I have to say, the animal in me knows what I've really always wanted. Just living simply. Isn't that the greatest dream someone can have, being a complete animal? They don't trouble themselves with all this. I guess the only trade-off is that they're cut off from the divine, but if we say animals don't go to heaven or hell, I'll be a little facetious and say, "is that really all that bad...?" And I'll be a little bold and say I wouldn't really mind it, being born a stag. Or maybe I only feel this way because I really want to be left alone by people, and I don't want to think about anything other than daily survival, because all of this really feels unnatural to me. How on earth does it feel natural to anyone? Anyway I think that beastly dumbness sounds kind of nice.
Two: Then right after this, another head interrupts with: but it's so interesting! My hold on language, my ability to learn about the fine threads of our world, isn't that so interesting? Wouldn't it be a shame to lose it? It's the only reason you're reading this right now (maybe it's unfortunate for you, though). But I think being on this different level, by present nature, also brings so much suffering to me. So much joy, too. From the epidermal eye, I have to also say that maybe I only feel this way because I don't fit well into either realm. I lack too many characteristics of humans or animals to really fit with them, and I am always going to be unnatural when placed in either category. Really sad, huh?
Three: Then spiritually, I guess... it's always terrified me to know that there's more. Curiosity almost killed this cat and the satisfaction of knowing won't bring it back, I fear. I wouldn't say I like having my dreams, nor do I enjoy being so attractive to entities outside of the objective and proven realm. But then I think I want to be in a humble and affectionate frame of mind
toward God and I'm in awe again. Then five minutes later I don't like any of this anymore and I just want to hide from these things that no human can hide from. You can't hide from them.
Four: Then the paper man says: "Who cares?!" and sits back on his couch to watch the television.
Five: The soul is afraid.