If I experience earth as a whole, that every mineral, every biological substance, and every biochemical process of earth is part of what I am, then it is not difficult to see that the physical aspect of me is something made of an Earth alive in itself, of earth as my psychological experience of my body. Because my perceptions and experiences of this is not something that is in me. It is the consciousness of my psychic Nature that is in them. It’s a wonderful mystery how it got there. And then to have a more subtle version of myself which is my psychic beingness at the same time as it is this surrounding whole, an inner hub, and a center. The very essence of myself. If I do not experience my consciousness as if it participates in that way, I become mentally frozen. An ideologist with a completely artificial personality, and a child left out to the forces that affect it. I will lose the balance between me and myself. I will become materialistic and either exclude the relationship I have to everything, and its contact to our surrounding origin of a psychological whole, or I exaggerate how I transform it into something tangible. I will loose the relationship that makes me feel a sense of harmony, of participation. I do not hear my own voice, and I definitely do not listen to the voice of the earth. I do not participate in life then, or experience its sense of wholeness. Which is painful on several levels. But mostly when I see how this relationship mutually affects the physical experience we have in the encounter with ourselves, and how our physical life then suffers from it.