about being the passenger of my inner night sky and being reborn every morning

When every morning I have undressed myself from my night, my symbiosis with my psychic relationship to reflection, my dreams and imaginations, and go from being a passive passenger to actively relating to it, it means at the same time that I also separate myself from its confusion with others. It becomes obvious that I am not them. That I have to wait, wait to see what they make of the same ascent, the same kind of journey within so that we can meet. Also to not make me into them. It becomes very clear to me that it is about inner trust. About being able to witness, acknowledge, let the confidence in that relationship develop in others and together, by itself. Within ourselves separately. Seeing it and clarifying it in oneself is the same as doing it in others. It is a wonderful experience. A relief preceded by a laborious and prolonged internal conflict, from the symbiosis that causes us to mistake ourselves for others. It is also clearly visible how unaccustomed and even afraid we are to reach each other in that way. I am not you, but the origins to which we relate are still the same. As recognised by most indigenous peoples. Being warm, friendly and empathetic is fundamental to being able to share our inner psychic affinity, the scaffolding we share with each other in various ways. This is why we have such a distrust of the established, and generally recognized, or fundamentalist way of relating to ourselves.