We are born with a ring of spirit-animals who are actual organs of our human soul. As we acclimate to human culture, these are stolen or denied. We receive representations. My Little Pony. The representations in the waking world are so much more superficially glorious that we forget the spirit animals who came with us into our human life and birth. We get cartoons and plastic things instead. Unicorns. And so on. By 5 or 6 most children’s soul-rings have suffered such attrition that they will never recover. Not that a recovery was likely anyway; the process of maturing in our culture is approximately equivalent with having your soul converted into a representation, the dead remains, a document. A list.