Words Are Animals, Alive With A Will

The Self Is Our Life's Goal, For It Is The Completest Expression Of That Fateful Combination We Call Individuality.

There Are All Too Many Who, On Account Of Their Notorious Ineptitude, Thrive Better In A Rationalist System Than In Freedom. Freedom Is One Of Those Difficult Things.

A Complex Is A Cluster Of Energy In The Unconscious, Charged By Historic Events, Reinforced Through Repitition, Embodying A Fragment Of Our Personality, And Generating A Programmed Response And An Implicit Set Of Expectations.

It Had Become Clear To Me, In A Flash Of Illumination, That For Me The Only Possible Goal Was Psychiatry. Here Alone The Two Currents Of My Interest Could Flow Together And In A United Stream Dig Their Own Bed. Here Was The Empirical Field Common To Biological And Spiritual Facts, Which I Had Everywhere Sought And Nowhere Found. Here At Last Was The Place Where The Collision Of Nature And Spirit Became A Reality.

The Least Of Things With A Meaning Is Worth More In Life Than The Greatest Of Things Without It.