If the ego be but the passing shadow of the material brain, at the disintegration of the gray matter what will become of us?
Shall we simply lapse into an indistinguishable part of the vast universe that compasses us round?
At the thought we seem to stand straining our gaze, on the shore of the great sea of knowledge, only to watch the fog roll in, and hide from our view even those headlands of hope that, like beseeching hands, stretch out into the deep.
So more materially.

If individuality be a delusion of the mind, what motive potent enough to excite endeavor in the breast of an ordinary mortal remains?
Philosophers, indeed, might still work for the advancement of mankind, but mankind itself would not continue long to labor energetically for what should profit only the common weal.

Take away the stimulus of individuality, and action is paralyzed at once.
For with most men the promptings of personal advantage only afford sufficient incentive to effort.

Destroy this force, then any consideration due it lapses, and socialism is not only justified, it is raised instantly into an axiom of life.

The community, in that case, becomes itself the unit, the indivisible atom of existence.