There is, and it is entirely a matter of degree, something like a scattering and a regathering of the self, the former being common and the latter rare. When you are scattered, far from possession of yourself, you are not aware of what it is that has changed but are filled with an indefinite urge to retrieve some lost well-being. You can only offer random strategies, nothing in the conditions dictates a path. You might decide to pursue the good, or be true to your desire, or take a holiday, engage with some art, follow an imitation of self-recovery from the outside - nothing is guaranteed to produce a result which you are unable to clearly articulate, and in fact more often than not they produce only a simulacrum of it, just enough to keep you going. And at times it comes by itself, unsummoned. What kind of being is it which is subject to this kind of change, as much altogether in the loss of self as in the recovery?