Neurosis Is An Inner Cleavage-the State Of

The Images Of The Unconscious Place A Great Responsibility Upon A Man. Failure To Understand Them, Or A Shirking Of Ethical Responsibility, Deprives Him Of His Wholeness And Imposes A Painful Fragmentariness On His Life.

We Are Not What Happened To Us, We Are What We Wish To Become.

The Years... When I Pursued The Inner Images Were The Most Important Time Of My Life. Everything Else Is To Be Derived From This. It Began At That Time, And The Later Details Hardly Matter Anymore. My Entire Life Consisted In Elaborating What Had Burst Forth From The Unconscious And Flooded Me Like An Enigmatic Stream And Threatened To Break Me. That Was The Stuff And Material For More Than Only One Life. Everything Later Was Merely The Outer Classification, The Scientific Elaboration, And The Integration Into Life. But The Numinous Beginning, Which Contained Everything Was Then.

The Idea Of Suicide, Understandable As It Is, Does Not Seem Commendable To Me. We Live In Order To Gain The Greatest Possible Amount Of Spiritual Development And Self-awareness. As Long As Life Is Possible, Even If Only In A Minimal Degree, You Should Hang Onto It, In Order To Scoop It Up For The Purpose Of Conscious Development. To Interrupt Life Before Its Time Is To Bring To A Standstill An Experiment Which We Have Not Set Up. We Have Found Ourselves In The Midst Of It And Must Carry It Through To The End.

Nobody Doubts The Importance Of Conscious Experience; Why Then Should We Doubt The Significance Of Unconscious Happenings? They Also Are Part Of Our Life, And Sometimes More Truly A Part Of It For Weal Or Woe Than Any Happenings Of The Day.