There is nothing I am quite sure about. I have no definite convictions — not about anything, really. I know only that I was born and exist, and it seems to me that I have been carried along. I exist on the foundation of something I do not know.
– Carl Jung (Memories, Dreams, Reflections)
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.
— Gilda Radner
Here I am alive, and it’s not my fault, so I have to try to get ahead the best I can without hurting anyone until death takes over.
— Leon Tolstoy
… We should go back to the old ways to heal. Americans will heal too, once they realize their wrongs.
— Floyd Red Crow Westerman
…the Outsider is a man who cannot live in the comfortable, insulated world of the bourgeois, accepting what he sees and touches as reality. `He sees too deep and too much,’ and what he sees is essentially chaos…he is the one man who knows he is sick in a civilization that doesn’t know it is sick.
— Colin Wilson
The foundation of all mental illness is the unwillingness to experience legitimate suffering.”
— CG Jung
When you’re young it never occurs to you that you are yet another version of a sick cultural mindset. We don’t realize how contagious that mindset is, how difficult it is to diagnose in ourselves. We have an assumption of separateness from the larger society we have grown up in, but in fact we have taken it in with mother’s milk.
Knowing that you’re not whole, not well, doesn’t mean you know what’s wrong. Getting to the central issue is complex because there are so many little ways we have compensated for our inculcated lack of love. That alone twists us into unnatural shapes that we come to believe is our identity. Our compensations…