God Enters Through The Wound.

In All Earnestness I Asked Myself What Kind Of World I Had Stumbled Into.

The Less We Understand Of What Our Fathers And Forefathers Sought, The Less We Understand Ourselves, And Thus We Help With All Our Might To Rob The Individual Of His Roots And His Guiding Instincts, So That He Becomes A Particle In The Mass, Ruled Only By What Nietzsche Called The Spirit Of Gravity.

It Is Only Through The Psyche That We Can Establish That God Acts Upon Us, But We Are Unable To Distinguish Whether These Actions Emanate From God Or From The Unconscious. We Cannot Tell Whether God And The Unconscious Are Two Different Entities. Both Are Border-line Concepts For Transcendental Contents. But Empirically It Can Be Established, With A Sufficient Degree Of Probability, That There Is In The Unconscious An Archetype Of Wholeness.

I Saw That Everything, All Paths I Had Been Following, All Steps I Had Taken, Were Leading Back To A Single Point - Namely, To The Mid-point. It Became Increasingly Plain To Me That The Mandala Is The Center. It Is The Exponent Of All Paths. It Is The Path To The Center, To Individuation. I Knew That In Finding The Mandala As An Expression Of The Self I Had Attained What Was For Me The Ultimate.

The Debt We Owe To The Play Of Imagination Is Incalculable.