The source that I relate to as my center, my psychological experience of my body, is also the flow of a whole which circumference is everywhere. It is the Nature of my body in an etheric sense. A container for my human form. Being with that around most people I know of, is like being battered into a constant standby mode. We always seem to be missing out, switching instead between a thousand identities, or attitudes, infecting everyone and everything around us in our search for the true physical experience of the body, and its connection to Nature. Mixing everything up. This is what we experience when it independently of us disrupts our natural flow of consciousness to make us listen to it, when it want’s us to recognise what it is. We feel an urge to seek it out. We need to go out, to spend time for ourselves outdoors were we can get a first hand experience of our body’s connection to nature, and a proper look at what we see in ourselves, what that place is. The qualities and perceptions, temporary identities and attitudes that we think we are, but that are a semblance of parts belonging to everyone. We come to see that everything is a shared human experience that we transform into knowledge. Without this psychological relation to our body, we have no ground, no container, we are lost. When Nature intervenes, we get distracted from our usual attitude towards life. She tries to bring us back. We can call it what we want, but if we do not listen we become sick. We become hollow materialistic psychopaths and we don’t even know it. Our relationships to life become something we use to fulfill selfish purposes, not something we relate to through what we are. We all have a relationship with that madness, and the psychopath we have within us that appears when we have lost our relationship to nature, that is, the container that is the bearer of our inner being. We believe that our rational attitude relieves us from the ”madness” of spontaneity, but without our container we are helpless, and all the common human qualities we do not want to recognize as part of our nature, which are now out of control, we blame on other people. It is the ”other” human qualities we do not want to recognize as our own. We tend to stop living in a bodily world and get lost in the contradictions that arise in our abstractions of what it should be, instead of what it is. We become mad.