I exists in a sense of space in which one is not inside or outside but both. In which we create an inner division between incompatible opposites. We are both within that space itself at the same time as we are observing it. And we feel that we are inside it as it affects us. Everything then become parts of it, and to the sense of this space in itself and the emotional experiences we have there, which makes us feel both as we are inside it and outside of the origins that influence has on us. But we are not what they are or where they come from. Only subjects to its content. For the intents they have on their own. Their doings, and what they are trying to convey to us. That presence is everywhere between us. But as long as we allow ourselves to be separated into opposites for childish purposes, and not participate with our attendance in what this childishness means to us, we will just keep each other accountable for experiences out of our control. We will never become part of our human space, or feel part of any true human community. We will only continue to fight the contradictions we have created for ourselves through others in an eternal repetition. We can see this work in politics, in economics, in our social sphere, and in the view of ourselves there, our morals, and in the narrowing of a personal relationship with our world. Last years have more than shown us that it is not about shortage of money or resources. It is about the imaginal space we inhabit together with all life.