I am often in my head, and this often entails contemplation of my dissatisfaction with the world, or with myself. But...I have noticed, that when I stop thinking (overthinking) I am happy, because of the sun, or the breeze, or clouds passing overhead, or for no discernable reason, and I experience a frisson of joy and ecstasy...
I was raised by an atheist, but I am beginning to feel that feelings of a spiritual nature are an intrinsic part of the human condition. So I have been led to believe by several experiences, and dreams/visions, that all imply that the unconscious is an ordered place, and that this order is too stable to be a misinterpretation of an isolated circumstance.
And if this order is real, from what is it derived?
So I find myself in a liminal space, between the conventions of culture and time, and a new realization, wherein the dissociation from and denial of things unseen, is no longer satifying, and therefore no longer acceptable as an explanation of reality.