There are two types in the world. Those who believe there is meaning in existence, and those who believe there is none. What is the origin of this difference? It seems to me that this is straightforward. We have all been newborn, infinitely vulnerable and with no edges. At this point we were either held in love so that we had confidence to start the journey of life, or we were not. This “holding” is sometimes called maternal reverie, or the experience of unconditional love. This start, I believe sets us on the journey to belief with trust. (Confidence).