Perhaps, I Myself Am The Enemy Who

No One Should Deny The Danger Of The Descent, But It Can Be Risked. No One Need Risk It, But It Is Certain That Someone Will. And Let Those Who Go Down The Sunset Way Do So With Open Eyes, For It Is A Sacrifice Which Daunts Even The Gods. Yet Every Descent Is Followed By An Ascent.

But What If I Should Discover That The Least Amongst Them All, The Poorest Of All Beggars, The Most Impudent Of All Offenders, Yea The Very Fiend Himself— That These Are Within Me, And That I Myself Stand In Need Of The Alms Of My Own Kindness, That I Myself Am The Enemy Who Must Be Loved— What Then?

We Must Be Able To Let Things Happen In The Psyche. For Us, This Becomes A Real Art... Consciousness Is Forever Interfering, Helping, Correcting, And Negating, Never Leaving The Single Growth Of The Psychic Processes In Peace.

The Creation Of Something New Is Not Accomplished By The Intellect But By The Play Instinct Acting From Inner Necessity. The Creative Mind Plays With The Objects It Loves.

An Old Man Who Cannot Bid Farewell To Life Appears As Feeble And Sickly As The Young Man Who Is Unable To Embrace It.