What a load of waffle. Trust your instincts, go out and live your life. Fuck escaping into your mind all day, your consciousness will betray you.
The more one gives oneself over to art, to beautiful music, to the great novels and poetry, the more intolerable the so-called real world becomes, until one can scarcely bear to hear another word about politics, business, careers, money, governments, committees, dinners, appointments, all that endless machinery of human distraction which people call life simply because they have nothing better to call it.