Perhaps, I Myself Am The Enemy Who

I Am No Longer Alone With Myself, And I Can Only Artificially Recall The Scary And Beautiful Feeling Of Solitude. This Is The Shadow Side Of The Fortune Of Love.

The Underlying, Primary Psychic Reality Is So Inconceivably Complex That It Can Be Grasped Only At The Farthest Reach Of Intuition, And Then But Very Dimly. That Is Why It Needs Symbols.

The Biographies Of Great Artists Make It Abundantly Clear That The Creative Urge Is Often So Imperious That It Battens On Their Humanity And Yokes Everything To The Service Of The Work, Even At The Cost Of Health And Ordinary Human Happiness. The Unborn Work In The Psyche Of The Artist Is A Force Of Nature That Achieves Its End Either With Tyrannical Might Or With The Subtle Cunning Of Nature Herself, Quite Regardless Of The Personal Fate Of The Man Who Is Its Vehicle.

The Principle Aim Of Psychotherapy Is Not To Transport One To An Impossible State Of Happiness, But To Help (the Client) Acquire Steadfastness And Patience In The Face Of Suffering.

For A Woman, The Typical Danger Emanating From The Unconscious Comes From Above, From The "spiritual" Sphere Personified By The Animus, Whereas For A Man It Comes From The Chthonic Realm Of The "world And Woman," I.e., The Anima Projected On To The World.