On a much more personal level, it makes me think of …

It as well seems to me, when I look into my earliest childhood memories, that we are very strongly connected to the infinate, that nothingness space of no time where you are so peacefully relaxed n safe, as in what people all describe as the experience of a real meditative state.

I was having such moments into the age of 6 in first grade, and beyond.
As my humorous, friendly, simplistic, stepmother til age six told it, all the pedagogen and the teachers found me so weird, so that there was something written about what I had been doing, in “my contact book” between teacher and parents almost everyday.
She said my dad was growing terrified of it, till eventually one day it came as he feared, that they would wanna see him.
Already from nursery school there was odd stories about me, to which at the beginning my dad’s answer had been, that he though it might have to do with my mother having passed away while I was just 16 months. But he felt unsure, nervous and embarrassed, and that never changed.
And so now he was about to give himself a panic or heart attack from being called to a meeting at the very school, …when she then calmed him down with saying, “Don’t worry, I’m the stepmother, I’m rasing her, I’m the one who has to go there, relax, I got it. You don’t have to go there.” That’s companionship and a positive confidant outlook. She seemed so awesome this woman, so that once her and her son had left, my first question to my dad was, how could he ever hemave let her go!?, when she’s so awesome, so fun, so strong and caring, the best match for him really, out of all the women I have known so far…. I told him.

The point I’m getting at though, is that childhood is the most important place to take not only care of, but also to study and learn from.
Especially since childhood is a. Key answer to massive change within and from just one generation. And so imagine one two or more generations, and us getting better and more understanding and advanced at the whole childhood thing along the way.

I learned already at early age on my dad, how a man could suffer so deeply with having to hide sensitivity, when you are highly sensitive of nature, and how especially for Men who shouldn’t even cry, while he was strictly hardcore raised, so he was suppressing it all and everything. And when he then drank alcohol, everything started gradually coming out so exaggerated untill it all ended in a hate that felt like a war killing your spirit. …on anyone close who cared about him.

(in an older post there are more reasons of my own why I am convinced that childhood sensitivity is a precious thing to deal with)