I'm The Result Of Upbringing,

The Psyche Is Highly Flammable Material. So We Are Always Wrapping Things In Asbestos, Keeping Our Images And Fantasies At Arm's Length Because They Are So Full Of Love

How Can We Know Ourselves By Ourselves? . . . Soul Needs Intimate Connection, Not Only To Individuate, But Simply To Live. For This We Need Relationships Of The Profoundest Kind Through Which We Can Realize Ourselves, Where Self-revelation Is Possible, Where Interest In And Love For Soul Is Paramount.

Tell Me What You Yearn For And I Shall Tell You Who You Are. We Are What We Reach For, The Idealized Image That Drives Our Wandering.

Rather Let Us Imagine The Anima Mundi As That Particular Soul-spark, That Seminal Image, Which Offers Itself Through Each Thing In Its Visible Form. Then Anima Mundi Indicates The Animated Possibilities Presented By Each New Event As It Is, Its Sensuous Presentation As A Face Bespeaking Its Interior Image - In Short, Its Availability To Imagination, Its Presence As Psychic Reality. Not Only Animals And Plants Ensouled As In The Romantic Vision, But Soul Is Given With Each Thing, God-given Things Of Nature And Man-made Things Of The Street.

Beauty Is Something Everybody Longs For, Needs, And Tries To Obtain In Some Way - Whether Through Nature, Or A Man Or A Woman, Or Music, Or Whatever. The Soul Yearns For It. Psychology Seems To Have Forgotten That.