The new meaning of soul is creativity and mysticism. These will become the foundation of the new psychological type and with him or her will come the new civilization.
—Otto Rank
Every man has a quiet place in his soul, where everything is self-evident and easily explainable, a place to which he likes to retire from the confusing possibilities of life, because there everything is simple and clear, with a manifest and limited purpose. About nothing else in the world can a man say with the same conviction as he does of this place: “You are nothing but…” and indeed he has said it.
And even this place is a smooth surface, an everyday wall, nothing more than a snugly sheltered and frequently polished crust over the mystery of chaos. If you break through the most everyday of walls, the overwhelming stream of chaos will flood in. Chaos is not single, but an unending multiplicity. It is not formless, otherwise it would be single, but it is filled with figures that have a confusing and overwhelming effect due to their fullness.
—Carl Jung, Liber Novus, or The Red Book, from the segment Nox Secundus (via metatronic-patanoia)
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It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.
—Henry David Thoreau (via lazyyogi)
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, ‘The Sensible Thing’ (via beautyisanillusion)
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We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.
—Marcel Proust (via jujutsu-with-zizek)
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