For a long time we oscillate between the person within us, its relationship to the older original person who nurtures it from an unknown other beyond it, and the one whose learned martyrdom and its co-dependency makes us bear the needs of others, to meet what in them is experienced emotionally as a psychic weight no one wants to see which is imposed on us in extreme tension as a kind of natural bipolarity that emerges as its path to well-being. Where we alternately identify with one or the other, as we try to come to terms with the interdependency that constantly hijacks us and repeats us under the intense pressure we suffer there. We can no longer just be one of them. We just know that we have to be genuine and true to ourselves. That we can no longer allow ourselves to be drawn into and be consumed by our emotional and psychological martyrdom. Whoever it is that is trying to drag us into it. In Sami it is conceptualized as the experience we make of the ovdasas. The one we travel with in life whose presence follows us, and the the one who goes before, who appears as the other part of a kind of spiritual double, who is the one we are about to become. Together they look after a persons well being. They are the visual or auditory apparition of a wide range of this kind of experiences. A strange thing is that it feels good to allow oneself to be kind of crazy because it feels like we are real, and relate to what is genuine and true. We just have to figure out how everything within us that does not fit into a standardized way of life should be allowed to speak for us in relation to it.