One kind of mystic who regards time as an illusion, history as a dream, and progress as a myth inevitably comes to take less and less interest in men and events, more and more in himself and his thoughts. In the end, he becomes entirely preoccupied with his own life, entirely indifferent to the lives of others. He makes no practical contribution towards the welfare of society because he does not think it worth making. Life in the world has become, for him, bereft of meaning. For it is God's Lila--sport, dance, or play. Intervention would be senseless, beneficent intervention would be self-deceit.
-- Notebooks Category 16: The Sensitives > Chapter 2: Phases of Mystical Development > # 116