Lucky fancies himself a philosopher. Although he is a small dog he perceives himself as a huge dog.

I look out into my garden and see many trees. They are homes to the birds and the insects. When I do not perceive the tree I do not perceive the birds and insects. A whole society depends on my perception. I close my eyes and that hierarchy disappears. Now if my thought process had been tampered with I would not see a beautiful life form, but a utilitarian object that furnishes me with chairs, tables, closets etc. And our thought processes are tampered with from the moment we enter this vale of tears.