“Gathering from dream-dust, emerging from splinters of the conscious, forming a familiar, between the rage of the unseen.”

And in the deepest darkness I asked her, what made her the happiest.
“You”, the creature said and I felt her grin.

“And I’m wondering, if there is some kind of eternal higher power, not only here on earth, but dwelling deep within space, an irregularity with eyes like stars and a body of nebulae.“

If a person honestly faces the unconscious soul (without dwelling in subjective thoughts and feelings),  while reflecting upon its utterances, such as dreams and spontaneous fantasies, then sooner or later the image of the self will emerge and gift the possibility of the renewal of life, a sense of meaningfulness and completeness.