If There Is A Fear Of Falling,

Moreover, My Ancestors' Souls Are Sustained By The Atmosphere Of The House, Since I Answer For Them The Questions That Their Lives Once Left Behind. I Carve Out Rough Answers As Best I Can. I Have Even Drawn Them On The Walls. It Is As If A Silent, Greater Family, Stretching Down The Centuries, Were Peopling The House.

The World Of Gods And Spirits Is Truly 'nothing But' The Collective Unconscious Inside Me.

Man Can Try To Name Love, Showering Upon It All The Names At His Command, And Still He Will Involve Himself In Endless Self Deceptions. If He Possesses A Grain Of Wisdom He Will Lay Down His Arms And Name The Unknown By The More Unknown - Ignotum Per Ignotius - That Is By The Name Of God.

If One Does Not Understand A Person, One Tends To Regard Him As A Fool.

...the Unconscious Has No Time. There Is No Trouble About Time In The Unconscious. Part Of Our Psyche Is Not In Time And Not In Space. They Are Only An Illusion, Time And Space, And So In A Certain Part Of Our Psyche Time Does Not Exist At All.