We cannot allow ourselves to be included in other people’s biographical material, to become their counterpart in the ongoing conflict that it is between them and this content. Just as I cannot concern myself in that way with the psychic background beyond that which causes both them and me to act upon events that originate in relation to it. The person we create for ourselves for this, the nauseating compromise that has become the one who sees himself there and exists in this way is not who I am. The limitlessness it creates in that space instead functions as my relationship to both what that is, and as a balance to the opposites it creates there. But that limitlessness is not who I am either. I am not its transgressive power. It is independent of me and of others. If I surrender to its impulses and its instinctive nature and identify myself with it, I start to believe that I can be someone else from within this place in some other person. I also begin to allow others to imagine that they have that ability when it comes to me too. The inner psychic place where I meet and react to the instincts and impulses that have this influence on me turn it into something that I then personify there. This is the place where we confront each other, me and this personification, and where I see it in others as well as I see it in myself. Where we get absorbed by it and and lose our human qualities. In this place interpersonal psychic events always have a relation to us. It is also where the here and now gets lost. Where it turns into a jumble of personal biographical material, our shortcomings and excesses gets mixed up with others. But we also discover that we think that we are all that emerges in this place, even though it is not of our own making, and we have to face it by ourselves and confront the challenges we meet with here, and not let what is happening to us move it somewhere else, and allow ourselves a total loss of who we are. The integrity that we have painstakingly tried to create in our relationships with that other, which affects us and exerts its pressure on us, can easily slip away into someone else’s collective oblivion. But it is still in this, in this interpersonal space that we can see past our own perceptions and into the content that reflect what it want us to recognize. Here, Nature always gives this place the sanctuary it needs when it risks being overpopulated by the conflicts that arise between others and their biographical content, when we risk being dissolved by their encroaching limitlessness with which this interpersonal impulsive force tries to affect us, so that we abandon the reconciliation we may have achieved in our own relation to it.