Sometime between the age of six and eight we encounter the confusion which will then continue in an opposite relationship between our inner person and his approach to our outer world throughout our life. An original disorder that we gradually try to put right and through our outer made-up person try to arrange and relate to. We put together an facticious order which in turn will create an approval for what can and cannot be in it. What is rejected becomes what we displace of it and blame on others and which must not belong to the inner order we invented for ourselves, regardless of what our outside world looks like. No matter how we then try to arrange and rearrange our own world and bring it closer to the one in which we find ourselves, it remains in the same disorder regardless of how we try to arrange our own. Yet the external world will never be changed by our artificial arrangement and ordering of an inner fragile and loosely joined sense of continuity and wholeness. It will remain in the same confusion that we are trying to protect ourselves from anyway, and in the same apprehensive confusion that we once experienced without our own ordering rules and principles of what it should and should not contain. We come back to that crossroads in our lives, where what was there before us, and between us and others, is what has been that unsettling primordial experience all along. Without a natural reciprocating movement back and forth between our outer person and back to this dreaded first state of which we are a part, we will only try to fill others with our undeveloped relationship to the original parts of our own inner person and with temporary values from external sources. If we constantly only identify ourselves with every impression and impulse that arises within us, we only make the ego an end in itself.