I have this impulsive, ruthless and enchanting psychic subpersonality that is closely associated with the cultural ego in me. It is intensely fascinated by ideas, and all its insignificant facts that are constantly added to them in a mixed flow of timelessness. He sees and produces things that most of us do not want to know about. It makes me disrespectfully give in to him, and go beyond my true presence of what I am in my relationships. He is the side of my being that is close to Nature. Instinctive and erratic. He embodies the mountains, the forest, the earth. He unites them in me and hates the very purpose of form-bound thought. Facts are something that usually only confirms this. Therefore, words are just energy. He sees them instead as parts of a living process, of experiences in relation to a larger perceived whole where the thought does not reach in itself. So the cultural ego becomes his destructive opponent. Something that is far from what he represents in a world where the obvious is not always visible to the naked eye, but something we reach through our inner center that is also what exists in everything, everywhere around us.