I have really become found of creation stories. About how our psychic intellect comes into being. Of soul migration, and a revitalization of our ancestors who then becomes in constant psychic contact with the living. Not the bookish kind. But the former ones where nature influences it and plays a big role in our experiences of them. They have this creation that emerges from a desolated place of psychic anguish and chaos around them. And of a self-organizing cohesive whole in a natural balance between all opposites as its own inner principle. Regardless of whether it is about our psyche or how living matter works, they still interact alternately with each other and influence everything at the same time anyway. With its own intellect, of which all nature as a psychic embodiment is a part. Where one side of it will always be a symptom of the other no matter how much we want to idealize one for the other. Or turn them into misguided and unattainable perfectionist ideals which, in their opposites, will always draw both ourselves and others back into our primordial psychological chaos as we try to simplify our inner life for it. But we can never live up to them without submitting ourselves to painful and intractable personal conflicts, or causing great suffering to others. Our one-sidedness is what will create a conflict between us and ourselves, the evil in what we renounce in our opposites when we merge with our ideals.