The fact of the existence and rationality of alternate interpretations can be a harsh truth, even about mundane objects. The plurality of consciousness is not something to be coped with, it's an opportunity to see in stereo and trust our own minds to resolve contradictions.
"Especially Susan. I bet she has no idea that I have transcended all desires and needs, and feel only infinite love for all creation, because she can't take her stupid angel eyes off of Brad and keeps twirling her soft hair I could bury my enlightened face in at him. Fuck Susan."
Meme transcription. A man stands in the corner of a party. Several couples nearby blissfully dance with each other. The man in the corner looks glum. He thinks to himself, "They don't know I've reached enlightenment, and am now too vast for these trifling charades."
Broke: I am a body, I have a brain.
Woke: I am a brain, I have a body.
Bespoke: I am a body, and it's fucking delicious. Everyone, come take a bite before I'm all gone.
"She had curves in all the places. Including but not limited to the right ones. Some weren't even properly on her body; she curved the air around her in non-euclidean splines. Matter phased into and out of existence in her extruded silhouette, and it was all curves."
Team "Completely unable to muster small amounts of effort and deal with slight discomfort to literally save my life, but enthusiastically collects intense rewardless pain and suffering out of sheer curiosity" gang.
Virtue of science, mind. Virtue of empathy, heart. Virtue of ethics, body. Virtue of cosmetics... does that move when I do? If we have not merely imagined aesthetic value; that to experience beauty is intrinsic to well-being; then it is graceful to the deepest Self to be radiant.
So we who wade the shores of common sense have one most sacred artifact; a four-razor sharper than Occam's and uniquely mightier than the pen:
Do I speak the truth? Will it be understood here now and how? Will it reduce conscious suffering? Finally, is the light worth the candle?
Genius is not a form of intelligence. Genius is a form of insanity. To catalyze new patterns of thought, explore them, act, confess and expound before both swine and the giants who shoulder you. But for the grace of rightful speaking, I could only be a sage AND a cur, or neither.
The "supposed to be doing something else" mental symbol when you're procrastinating is the SAME ONE as the one that distracts you when you're understimulated by the work that you ARE supposed to be doing.