[b]C.G. Jung
Is that which science calls the “psyche” not merely a question-mark arbitrarily confined within the skull, but rather a door that opens upon the human world from a world beyond, now and again allowing strange and unseizable potencies to act upon him and to remove him, as if upon the wings of the night, from the level of common humanity to that of a more personal vocation?[/b]
That’s probably not even the half of it.
Wherever the creative power of desire is, there springs the soil’s own seed. But do not forget to wait.
Decades now and counting for some of us.
There is no such thing as a pure introvert or extrovert. Such a person would be in the lunatic asylum.
Either that or they’d come here.
That we are bound to the earth does not mean that we cannot grow; on the contrary it is the sine qua non of growth. No noble, well-grown tree ever disowned its dark roots, for it grows not only upward but downward as well.
Unless of course you’re now beyond good and evil.
My intellect would wish for a clear-cut universe with no dim corners, but there are these cobwebs in the cosmos.
There certainly are down here in our neck of it.
All the corpses in the world are chemically identical, but living individuals are not.
Must be the soul, right?