The process of armouring ourselves, of becoming civilised, is a process of forgetting our roots and denying our wildness.
Our original memories of sharing, forest-living, and freedom are supplanted with false identities of "nasty, brutish and short" lives.
"Anytime you came close to your past - your real past - this brutal figment, this syndrome - would begin to surface. And when it did, you'd sense it and, psychologically, you'd start to panic. Fight or flight. They created a false memory so toxic that it gave you a built-in aversion to your real self."
(-"Trance State" by John Case, Arrow Books, 2002.)
Our real self is wild. This tamed version most of us live is a civilised, domesticated version. We put up with it cause we've been traumatised - we've been bred in cages to expect nothing but slavery. And when we we've been traumatised we try to forget the source of the terror. We hide the memories somewhere inaccessible to the conscious mind. Deep, deep within.
Cut off from our wildness, we are only half-living, half alive. Spiritless, hollow beings, we are easy prey for whoever wants to manipulate us.
But it doesn't have to be like that...