The mind is not emptiness, or just biochemical circuits, it is our psychic space experienced as consciousness and a relationship to an active participation in the source of its expression. Undeveloped as a kind of sleep state where we get lost in a floating absence and drowsiness, a social awkwardness from an interior perspective of information. A kind of inner embrace from which we are not yet born in an intersubjective sense. A condition we try to adapt to in our surroundings. Often with an obsession with detail. Ideas and opinions out of touch with our relationship to its inner psychic source. We still live in the protective embrace once provided by our physical mothers but in an interior sense. Connecting to it everywhere. But our mother’s mother, Mother Nature in her might and psychic presence is the one who will lead us back to our senses. To the presence she has as psychic reflection and embodied awareness of everyone’s and everythings relationship to her. She is the one who guides us to the place and psychic perspective that our consciousness shares with everyone else. To what then becomes our relationship that we actively listen to with our inner companion and his counterpart, which is our mind as the integrity of the psychic consciousness in a worldly sense. A spherical experience of participation with the spine as its primordial moral center of support for the constant flow of embodied psychic energy, transforming mind into matter. A kind of pillar that separates the earth from the psychic night within us, which with its other end holds up the sky, and creates consciousness in the space between them.