A World Divorced

On a regular basis, I am faced with Robert Walser's assessment of the world. I believe we all are:
"Everything that's called 'the world,' and how grand and exciting what I privately call the world is to me."
It seems all short-circuits of emotion and behavior take place on that thin line of moments between comprehending and trying to digest the inevitable difference between 'the world' and what we 'privately call the world'.

Everything transforms itself there in those tiny moments which are repeated till our possible death. The meanings of the following words oscillate:

action, love, debt, forgive, request, hope, dismiss, lose, buy, sell, touch, fuck, run away, hurt, repair.

Coincidence: is the word that merely means the other has clashed into your chain of moments when you unconciously made a decision between 'the world' and 'your world' on a given specific word/feeling/notion. This happens in split seconds.
Then, the meanings of the following words oscillate once again, (they oscillate wildly):

action, love, debt, forgive, request, hope, dismiss, lose, buy, sell, touch, fuck, run away, hurt, repair.

The 2nd oscillation gives birth to the following figures of speech:

tables have turned, put yourself in my shoes, say i am you, the lunatics have taken over the asylum, the pearl that buys itself.

By then, 'the world' is left alone. You no longer know the world, you only know what you privately call the world.
So the world is alone. You've divorced it.

The only thing that remains is your capability to see the same pattern in other people's lives and when you do, if you do, be brave about it. Don't hide the fact that you understand them.
The world has billions of lovers. What you privately call the world only has one.
I hope I was able to explain why I've been feeling so good recently.