I Have Always Tried To Make Room

Becoming Conscious Is Of Course A Sacrilege Against Nature; It Is As Though You Had Robbed The Unconscious Of Something.

An Archetypal Content Expresses Itself, First And Foremost, In Metaphors.

At Times I Feel As If I Am Spread Out Over The Landscape And Inside Things, And Am Myself Living In Every Tree, In The Plashing Of The Waves, In The Clouds And The Animals That Come And Go, In The Procession Of The Seasons.

Wisdom Accepts That All Things Have Two Sides

What We Do Not Make Conscious Emerges Later As Fate.