[b]Carl Jung
What did you do as a child that made the hours pass like minutes? Herein lies the key to your earthly pursuits.[/b]
Let’s swap stories.
Were it not for the leaping and twinkling of the soul, man would rot away in his greatest passion, idleness.
Sure, if this makes sense to you, explain why.
The infantile dream-state of the mass man is so unrealistic that he never thinks to ask who is paying for this paradise. The balancing of accounts is left to a higher political or social authority, which welcomes the task, for its power is thereby increased; and the more power it has, the weaker and more helpless the individual becomes.
A far cry from, among other things, Plato’s Republic. Not to mention The Communist Manifesto.
Nobody can spare themselves the waiting and most will be unable to bear this torment, but will throw themselves with greed back at men, things, and thoughts, whose slaves they will become from then on. Since then it will have been clearly proved that this man is incapable of enduring beyond things, men, and thoughts, and they will hence become his master and he will become their fool, since he cannot be without them, not until even his soul has become a fruitful field. Also he whose soul is a garden, needs things, men, and thoughts, but he is their friend and not their slave and fool.
On a scale from 1 to 10, how close is this to the real world? Your own, for example.
Ultimately everything depends on the quality of the individual, but our fatally short-sighted age thinks only in terms of large numbers and mass organizations…
Ultimately these observations go nowhere fast.
What is not brought to consciousness, comes to us as fate.
And, for some, that’s practically everything.