Sometimes You Have To Do

I Have Never Since Entirely Freed Myself Of The Impression That This Life Is A Segment Of Existence Which Is Enacted In A Three-dimensional Boxlike Universe Especially Set Up For It.

Nothing Worse Could Happen To One Than To Be Completely Understood.

That Which Compels Us To Create A Substitute For Ourselves Is Not The External Lack Of Objects, But Our Incapacity To Lovingly Include A Thing Outside Of Ourselves

Our Mania For Rational Explanations Obviously Has Its Roots In Our Fear Of Metaphysics, For The Two Were Always Hostile Brothers. Hence, Anything Unexpected That Approaches Us From The Dark Realm Is Regarded Either As Coming From Outside And, Therefore, As Real, Or Else As A Hallucination And, Therefore, Not True. The Idea That Anything Could Be Real Or True Which Does Not Come From Outside Has Hardly Begun To Dawn On Contemporary Man.

The Symbol In The Dream Has More The Value Of A Parable: It Does Not Conceal, It Teaches.