Isolation is the feeling I have when I am held captive by my own imagination, like something I have memorized, or theorized about. An idea or inspiration. Or when my imagination has taken others as hostage.
It is the literalization of the interior source of my being. Because there is no other. Only how I clothe them so that i can safely control my impulses through them. Or reject them for what i don’t like about the spontaneus acts of my own imagination.
It seems to me that this is how our rational denial of the relationship to our imagination transform others into depersonalized carriers of our own personal psychic environment. And I think this accounts to much of the bad things that we do to each other, and observe in the world surrounding us. We do this to legitimize that meeting we must have with our imagination so we can participate in its experience directly.
In this sense, this reality we live in, is really a world of collective imagination.