I am not you but we are not separated

I mean that I feel it as a shared perceived participation in an emotional spiritual force. By spiritual I mean something alive. Where I experience us and myself as a part. Everything becomes sub-souls of a belonging to a jointly experienced spiritual terms of reference. Which becomes a place with sub-souls in it. Of primitive forms of energy. The mountains, trees, animals, places. We believe that the experience is only physical but it has almost only substance in the spiritual sense. Almost no one I know of perceive it in that way at all. But they are not me. They do it as “vacation”, “beautiful weather”, “the longing for an independent silence”, a “beautiful place”. For me, it is the same thing in a strictly external sense. People just seem to like being preoccupied with conceptual opposites more than their actual experiences.