When the seriousness of life begins for us, we are given an empty backpack, which we will gradually fill with our story. We mistakenly refer to this as "our life." But it is merely our life story and is often closer to suffering than to life in the true sense of the word. We are only too happy to identify with this sad story. Not because it's so beautiful or fun, but because others do it too, and it makes us feel less alone. We leave the disturbed self behind and disappear into the "we." This is how we find protection and security in the collective madness. We will explore this unbearableness in the second part of my lecture trilogy. It cannot be ruled out that we will once again encounter our evolutionary companion, the Neanderthals. They were ahead of us in many ways: They had time. We only have the clock...and it hasn't been ticking properly for a long time.