Projection [of Our Own Shadow]

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

One Cannot Live Without Inconsistency.

Life Has Always Seemed To Me Like A Plant That Lives On Its Rhizome. Its True Life Is Invisible, Hidden In The Rhizome. The Part That Appears Above Ground Lasts Only A Single Summer. Then It Withers Away—an Ephemeral Apparition. When We Think Of The Unending Growth And Decay Of Life And Civilizations, We Cannot Escape The Impression Of Absolute Nullity. Yet I Have Never Lost A Sense Of Something That Lives And Endures Underneath The Eternal Flux. What We See Is The Blossom, Which Passes. The Rhizome Remains.

An Archetypal Content Expresses Itself, First And Foremost, In Metaphors.

...anyone Who Attempts To Do Both, To Adjust To His Group And At The Same Time Pursue His Individual Goal, Becomes Neurotic.