[b]C.G. Jung
The decisive question for man is: Is he related to something infinite or not? That is the telling question of his life. Only if we know that the thing which truly matters is the infinite can we avoid fixing our interests upon futilities, and upon all kinds of goals which are not of real importance. Thus we demand that the world grant us recognition for qualities which we regard as personal possessions: our talent or our beauty. The more a man lays stress on false possessions, and the less sensitivity he has for what is essential, the less satisfying is his life. He feels limited because he has limited aims, and the result is envy and jealousy. If we understand and feel that here in this life we already have a link with the infinite, desires and attitudes change.[/b]
As opposed to, say, living out your entire existence in an essentially absurd and meaningless world.
I am astonished, disappointed, pleased with myself. I am distressed, depressed, rapturous. I am all these things at once, and cannot add up the sum. I am incapable of determining ultimate worth or worthlessness; I have no judgment about myself and my life. There is nothing I am quite sure about. I have no definite convictions - not about anything, really. I know only that I was born and exist, and it seems to me that I have been carried along. I exist on the foundation or something I do not know.
Okay, okay: He says this with considerably more sophistication than I do.
Words are animals, alive with a will of their own.
Indeed, and whether writing them or reading them.
When an inner situation is not made conscious it appears outside as fate.
And lucky for you, right?
If one does not understand a person, one tends to regard him as a fool.
He means you, Mr. Objectivist.
Or I certainly do.
Sometimes you have to do something unforgivable just to be able to go on living.
I’ll share mine if you’ll share yours.
You know, if you’ll go first.