Psychiatrists Classify A Person As

Somewhere There Was Once A Flower, A Stone, A Crystal, A Queen, A King, A Palace, A Lover And His Beloved, And This Was Long Ago, On An Island Somewhere In The Ocean 5,000 Years Ago. . . . Such Is Love, The Mystic Flower Of The Soul. This Is The Center, The Self.

A Man Likes To Believe That He Is The Master Of His Soul. But As Long As He Is Unable To Control His Moods And Emotions, Or To Be Conscious Of The Myriad Secret Ways In Which Unconscious Factors Insinuate Themselves Into His Arrangements And Decisions, He Is Certainly Not His Own Master.

It Is Also Possible For The Unconscious Or An Archetype To Take Complete Possession Of A Man And To Determine His Fate Down To The Smallest Detail

Resistance To The Organized Mass Can Be Effected Only By The Man Who Is As Well Organized In His Individuality As The Mass Itself.

The Longing For Light Is The Longing For Consciousness.