Isaiah answer’d, I saw no God, nor heard any, in a finite organical perception; but my senses discover’d the infinite in every thing, and as I was then persuaded, & remain confirm’d; that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God, I cared not for consequences but wrote ― William Blake (1757 – 1827)
All matter has a common cause against injustice and discovers a harmony (a resonance) in the revolution for freedom and equality. Our very cells are indignant at the injustices of biology and evolution which limit their freedom. When we are angry, even at the slightest impositions upon us, it is no wonder that our entire body rises to the cause, and our anger quickly grows to unstoppable and ugly proportions.
All matter senses the ideal, qualiadelic forms toward which it moves and around which it gathers — alas, always so imperfectly. Thus every snowflake is different every creature is flawed. Still, we go with the flow, even when it is angry and revolutionary. But in a crisis our uniqueness discovers itself, discovers qualia of its own, and we can separate from the raging forces of which we have been complicit — whatever the consequences.