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Joy And Creativity
The paradoxes of love
This is the earnest work. Each of us is given only so many mornings to do it — to look around and love the oily fur of our lives, the hoof and the grass-stained muzzle.
— Mary Oliver, House of Light
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In classical times, when such things were properly understood, Eros was considered a god whose divinity transcended our human limits, and who therefore could neither be comprehended nor represented in any way. I might, as many before me have attempted to do, venture an approach to this daimon, whose range of activity extends from the endless spaces of the heavens to the dark abysses of hell; but I falter before the task of finding the language which might adequately express the incalculable paradoxes of love.
Eros is a kosmogonos, a creator and father-mother of all higher consciousness…it may well be the first condition of all cognition and the quintessence of divinity itself. Whatever the learned interpretation may be of the sentence ‘God is love’ , the words affirm the complexio oppositorum of the Godhead.
Carl Jung
Last passages — Memories Dreams Reflections
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“Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves…
