The Creative Mind Plays With The Object

My Mandalas Were Cryptograms Concerning The State Of The Self Which Was Presented To Me Anew Each Day...i Guarded Them Like Precious Pearls....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.

When You Are Up Against A Wall, Put Down Roots Like A Tree, Until Clarity Comes From Deeper Sources To See Over That Wall And Grow.

When A Pueblo Indian Does Not Feel In The Right Mood, He Stays Away From The Men's Council. When An Ancient Roman Stumbled On The Threshold As He Left The House, He Gave Up His Plans For The Day. This Seems To Us Senseless, But Under Primitive Conditions Of Life Such An Omen Inclines One At Least To Be Cautious. When I Am Not In Full Control Of Myself, My Bodily Movements May Be Under A Certain Constraint; My Attention Is Easily Distracted; I Am Somewhat Absent-minded. As A Result I Knock Against Something, Stumble, Let Something Fall, Or Forget Something.

I Have Frequently Seen People Become Neurotic When They Content Themselves With Inadequate Or Wrong Answers To The Questions Of Life. They Seek Position, Marriage, Reputation, Outward Success Of Money, And Remain Unhappy And Neurotic Even When They Have Attained What They Were Seeking. Such People Are Usually Confined Within Too Narrow A Spiritual Horizon. Their Life Has Not Sufficient Content, Sufficient Meaning. If They Are Enabled To Develop Into More Spacious Personalities, The Neurosis Generally Disappears.

The Bigger The Crowd, The More Negligible The Individual.