You (plural) misunderstand. It is impossible to have an equal if you do not own anything. Acquiring the presence of an equal will never happen if you do not allow yourself to possess a place so as to have someone be able to stand before you. Without a place, you can make others angels or idiots, goddesses or assholes, but they will never stand with you. You are not standing anywhere. tohu wavohu.

It seems that you (singular?) are courageous in fighting (the idiots/assholes) and even in worshipping (the angels/goddesses), but that isn't courage because you can't really be touched. The fighting hints at a direction where you are (to give a mundane example: I am less liberal than that politician; more liberal than that other), but you have no set place to stand. You don't reveal yourself. You are not present (despite your claims: seeing someone else does not mean that you have allowed yourself to be seen), and so who can be present to you?

And the possession you speak of in the last line of your big paragraph is not the possession I'm referring to. You are speaking of fighting and overcoming, not owning someone (the author and I are using "possess" and "own" in a positive sense of being responsible for, guarding, being known as connected with). I'm deeply and richly impressed by the possibility of such cuniculus-comparable coitus, but your expression of these "happy thoughts" is simply another example of fighting and not owning.

But remain comfortable, swing wildly, blown here and there by the wind, don't touch the ground except for a moment to tell those who risk the wounds of presence (though, admittedly, rarely knowing what they seek) that they can never be there for you (where would they go to find you?).

Or maybe I'm just trying to break your branch.