I find that I think about thoughts, not about the object of them, and that I process them as I process dreams, like the contradictions which arises in a disordered union between sensation and reality within me. In how I can absorb them as they transform themselves through the impact they have when the underlying event to the thought is formulated in its encounter with me. They do not arise from the I, the me or ego, but is something that happens to it. There is quite a difference between the origins of an event and our conceptions about it. We reflect on the very effect it has because that consideration between us and ourselves is our psychic reflection. Our psychic consciousness. Where the experience we have is transformed into something tangible, into psychic matter. All our notions and beliefs are ideas created from psychic matter. Our speculation makes us a counterpart to it, and to what it means to meet this sententious content with whose psychic background we have a dialogue. Our psychic consciousness becomes part of its nature and we become one with the events that make up our experiences. We are involved in a direct and immediate discussion with this as a being of our opposite gender within us who gives rise to them, who imagines them within us, who we also experience as nature in a wider sense at the same time as something that is closer and within us. This consideration with ourselves is what will always constitute a distance between me and others, and an interpersonal common context between us and the world we find ourselves in. In fact, we find a whole family of people with whom we are related, and who in turn point us to those who are our original creative psychic dominants behind them. In the end, it’s always about the relationship to our experiences without us having any object for them. About how we choose to face our psychic events as they appear within us in themselves. We only risk distorting them if we make them into something other than the experience we gain in our communication with them. But it is a tremendously upsetting experience to have one’s self-proclaimed image of oneself destroyed by one’s own experiences. Because they shatter it without any mercy.