One Does Not Become Enlightened By Imagining

All The Works Of Man Have Their Origin In Creative Fantasy. What Right Have We Then To Depreciate Imagination.

God Has Fallen Out Of Containment In Religion And Into Human Hearts—god Is Incarnating. Our Whole Unconscious Is In An Uproar From The God Who Wants To Know And To Be Known.

One Could Say, With A Little Exaggeration, That The Persona Is That Which In Reality One Is Not, But Which Oneself As Well As Others Think One Is.

It Seems As If It Is Only Through An Experience Of Symbolic Reality That Man, Vainly Seeking His Own “existence” And Making A Philosophy Out Of It, Can Find His Way Back To A World In Which He Is No Longer A Stranger.

Perfection Belongs To The Gods; The Most We Can Hope For Is Excellence.