I have related to others in the same way I adapted to my father, attempting to meet the expectations I imagined he had of me, striving to live up to the self-image he projected onto me and everyone around him, and seeking to have my own connection to the very ground of my being along with the self-reflective insight it holds—acknowledged, seen, and valued through him. This, even though I know from my own experience—an understanding I gained early in life—that the connection which arises when we commune with ourselves in solitude is something neither he nor anyone else can facilitate for us. While others have certainly provided us with things and taught us throughout our lives, this universal ground—the source of my true face—does not come from the outside. If others possess that kind of awareness, they have, in certain instances, been able to support my own (and others’) connection to it. But he did not possess it; consequently, it has long remained in limbo, a kind of unfinished, shared bond that never truly came to fruition. Because it remained suspended in the space between him and me, it has instead been enacted in relation to Máttaráhčče, directed toward a mental, cultural archetype of intermediate space, expressed by others, who thus became an extension of that content, of a connection to the ground of being we have to retract. So that it can become a true non contrived connection to it. Instead of a defence mechanism to its distortion of it. Which appears as we cannot with absolute calm accept this connection in others around us without interrupting them, or intercept their connection to it, and to try to anticipate what will come out of it, since we are afraid of becoming used. Máttaráhčče therefore never become a personal expression of the ground of being’s true connection to a cultural setting, since it has been extended to become the substitute of the self-image of a another person. Until this is experienced. Naturally, I cannot blame him for this, for what were lost by generations before him. What he and his generation failed to develop as awareness in relation to the forces acting upon us from that realm: from behind the representational manifestations of our collective consciousness. It is something they were unaware of, as was I, and something that few in my own generation, or other contemporary generations, have any desire or wish to know about. Instead, they live on, unaware, manifesting as unspoken demands and expectations placed upon those around us, in the hope that these will be fulfilled as an extension of us. We then fail to realize that we each have our own unique relationship—and a distinct purpose—in relation to this timeless awareness: to recognize and support it wherever it manifests, and to engage with that fundamental ground—that inherent, self-cognizing enlightenment, which resides within each of us. May you rest in peace, dear father, together with the person I imagined in relation to you. May you find your way home to that universal ground, in a manner that liberates all the intermediate states of dormant rebirths we have to encounter along the way.