The Self Then Functions As

A Man Who Has Not Passed Through The Inferno Of His Passions Has Never Overcome Them.

Like The Sea Itself, The Unconscious Yields An Endless And Self-replenishing Abundance Of Creatures, A Wealth Beyond Our Fathoming.

As A Plant Produces Its Flower, So The Psyche Creates Its Symbols.

The Sad Truth Is That Man's Real Life Consists Of A Complex Of Inexorable Opposites - Day And Night, Birth And Death, Happiness And Misery, Good And Evil. We Are Not Even Sure That One Will Prevail Against The Other, That Good Will Overcome Evil, Or Joy Defeat Pain. Life Is A Battleground. It Always Has Been And Always Will Be; And If It Were Not So, Existence Would Come To An End.

The Descent Into The Depths Always Seems To Precede The Ascent.