The thrust to restore lost unity

"My flowers speak of nostalgia for a lost unity, for the detachment from the totally indistinct needed by the intelligence to exist, to individuate."

To merge, or not to merge;
that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler
in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows
of Insensitive Critics,
Or to take arms against
the Sea of Rationality,
And by opposing drift away:
to die, to sleep in some lost Unity;
and by a sleep, to say we end
the heart-ache, and the thousand
natural shocks that art is heir to --
'Tis an Individuation
Devoutly to be wished...