Thank God I'm Not A Jungian.

Therein Lies The Social Significance Of Art: It Is Constantly At Work Educating The Spirit Of The Age, Conjuring Up The Forms In Which The Age Is More Lacking. The Unsatisfied Yearning Of The Artist Reaches Back To The Primordial Image In The Unconscious, Which Is Best Fitted To Compensate The Inadequacy And One-sidedness Of The Present. The Artist Seizes On This Image And, In Raising It From Deepest Unconsciousness, He Brings It Into Relation With Conscious Values, Thereby Transforming It Until It Can Be Accepted By The Minds Of His Contemporaries According To Their Powers.

When Goals Go, Meaning Goes. When Meaning Goes, Purpose Goes. When Purpose Goes, Life Goes Dead On Our Hands.

What You Resist Persist.

Because The European Does Not Know His Own Unconscious, He Does Not Understand The East And Projects It Into Everything He Fears And Despises In Himself.

That Which You Do Not Bring To Consciousness Comes To You As Your Fate, That Which You Do Bring To Consciousness, Whether It Was What You Thought You Wanted Or Not, Is Your Destiny.