I think it was my second or third session with Beavers that he said, solemnly: "We are, essentially, alone."
I think this is the sort of thing one knows, but by degrees: It is impressed on one at different times, and can be a very awful realization.
I like the birth metaphor.
Take care, NT
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"Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of their marvels." - Francisco de Goya
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