Jung

“Among the so-called neurotics of our day there are a good many
who in other ages would not have been neurotic-that is, divided
against themselves. If they had lived in a period and in a milieu in
which man was still linked by myth with the world of the ancestors,
and thus with nature truly experienced and not merely seen from
outside, they would have been spared this division with themselves.
I am speaking of those who cannot tolerate the loss of myth and
who can neither find a way to a merely exterior world, to the world
as seen by science, nor rest satisfied with an intellectual juggling
with words, which has nothing whatsoever to do with wisdom.” -C.G. Jung

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What had led me…

What had led me astray during the crisis, was my passion for being
alone, my delight in solitude. Nature seemed to me full of wonders,
and I wanted to steep myself in them. Every stone, every plant,
every single thing seemed alive and indescribably marvelous. I
immersed myself in nature, crawled, as it were, into the very
essence of nature and away from the whole human world.

Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections

Happy 81st Birthday Sylvia Plath

“What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination. When the sky outside is merely pink, and the rooftops merely black: that photographic mind which paradoxically tells the truth, but the worthless truth, about the world. It is that synthesizing spirit, that “shaping” force, which prolifically sprouts and makes up its own worlds with more inventiveness than God which I desire…If I sit still and don’t do anything, the world goes on beating like a slack drum, without meaning. We must be moving, working, making dreams to run towards; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine: it is that kind of madness which is worst.”

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath…

Excerpt From The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

“I believe that there is a realm (abstractly, hypothetically, of course) of absolute fact. Something IS. And that, in our poor human lingo, would be the “truth.” (But as far as I am concerned, that truth is matter, not spirit.) However, to each individual man, viewing facets, slivers, fragments of this whole truth (which must be) through his own particular grotesque glass of distortion, the truth will be, for him, a mere magnification and personal fallible interpretation of the special facet, sliver or fragment he sees. No man can ever grasp the whole impersonal neutrality of a universe. That is hidden under the mists of subjectivity. We are merely variously constructed sounding boards for the noise of the pine tree falling (proverbially) in the forest. The sound is potential, even if no one is there to hear it.” -Sylvia Plath

For The Ones Who Listen

It may not be very loud, and it may take a couple of times to get your attention, but when you start to hear it over and over again you can never get that sound out of your mind. It’s the call of the gods, and they don’t give up until you respond back; and when you finally do start to call to their attention, there is no going back. You have started your journey on their infinite path of Love.

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