There is this a kind of realm for itself. Not out there, nor in here, yet both. It is not really a reality of a concrete kind. It is something that is happening to us, making my experiences mine, and also a bridge and an entrance to a psychic reality common to us all were we meet.
Its obvious entrance is through nature. Without it we would not be here.
This is illustrated with warmth by Oren Lyons in his story on being high on learned knowledge and its distant rationality coming back home after graduation.