The first experience I had of the underlying psychic realm of potentials in my adolescence, and the constant repetition of its contents that our superego makes of it, was a psychic shock. I was absorbed by it and realized that I was in that place where everything in it is shaped by the time that will embody its manifestation. Call it Sáivu, the collective unconscious, the dreaming, whatever translates our primal interpersonal qualities in a coherent way. We enter it without anyone giving us any instructions as to our connections to its origin, and the immaterial relations belonging to it will then be shaped solely by our superego. Our inner person is then disconnected from the original ties it has there, to the source that forms the inner connection it has to the self-organizing totality of intermediaries of which it is a part. The feeling of slowly losing the ability to be able to translate it into a given context is a kind of psychological devastation. It’s like stepping into a mental deforestation where life has gone silent. We also do not get access to what we need to be able to translate it so that we can resume the connection that our inner person has lost and must have between us and ourselves. In many ways, my life since then has constantly oscillated between reclaiming what was once lost when it appeared within me and in relation to others, and finding different ways to deal with the pressure of a superego that was never receptive to this psychic origin of an interpersonal space.