Everyone Is In Love With

Had I Left Those Images Hidden In The Emotions, I Might Have Been Torn To Pieces By Them.

The Term "self" Seems A Suitable One For The Unconscious Substrate Whose Actual Exponent In Consciousness Is The Ego. The Ego Stands To The Self As The Moved To The Mover, Or As Object To Subject, Because The Determining Factors That Radiate Outward From The Self Surround The Ego On All Sides And Are Therefore Supraordinate To It. The Self, Like The Unconscious, As An A Priori Existent Out Of Which The Ego Evolves. It Is, So To Speak, An Unconscious Prefiguration Of The Ego. It Is Not I Who Create Myself; Rather, I Happen To Myself.

Dream The Dream Onward.

I Could Well Imagine That I Might Have Lived In Former Centuries And There Encountered Questions I Was Not Yet Able To Answer; That I Had Been Born Again Because I Had Not Fulfilled The Task Given To Me.

...the Unconscious Has No Time. There Is No Trouble About Time In The Unconscious. Part Of Our Psyche Is Not In Time And Not In Space. They Are Only An Illusion, Time And Space, And So In A Certain Part Of Our Psyche Time Does Not Exist At All.