Our inner chaordic center acts upon us as a pure force of nature. At first as an almost uncontrollable impulse to voice an opinion, like a child constantly overwhelmed by the experience of this encounter and unable to understand what it is. What it wants. What significance it has for it. An impulse without content, just raw power. Something that without guidance he will identify with his ego. Like this child we become its inner unknown driving force. Which when we cannot separate it from the ego will be transferred onto something else, the ego confusing itself with natures own interior authority, and turn it into a fixed belief on something that we confuse it with. The ego then perceives itself as identical with the object of the transmission of this underlying impulse, as its content, and as the momentous purpose of this confusion. Like a belief, an idea, or a definite, firm conviction. Not that it is separate from our interpersonal chaordic source that exists and acts on us, and on others from there, also in them, and at the same time also from without, from the inner formless permanence of nature, its constant emergence and change around us. Usually we are left out at a very young age, and with our fragile egos try to fend for ourselves in our attempts to face the sometimes violent psychic forces that are acting on it from every direction all the time. It is here a language for our inner attention, for our interpersonal presence, and psychic reflection has its greatest importance. Without it, we lose our humanity.