The World Will Ask You Who You

People Learn From Who We Are, Rather Than What We Say, And To Believe Otherwise Is A Disease Of The Mind.

It Isn't Possible To Kill Part Of Your “self” Unless You Kill Yourself First. If You Ruin Your Conscious Personality, The So-called Ego-personality, You Deprive The Self Of Its Real Goal, Namely To Become Real Itself. The Goal Of Life Is The Realization Of The Self. If You Kill Yourself You Abolish That Will Of The Self To Become Real, But It May Arrest Your Personal Development Inasmuch It Is Not Explained. You Ought To Realise That Suicide Is Murder, Since After Suicide There Remains A Corpse Exactly As With Any Ordinary Murder. Only It Is Yourself That Has Been Killed.

I Am An Orphan, Alone: Nevertheless I Am Found Everywhere. I Am One, But Opposed To Myself. I Am Youth And Old Man At One And The Same Time. I Have Known Neither Father Nor Mother, Because I Have Had To Be Fetched Out Of The Deep Like A Fish, Or Fell Like A White Stone From Heaven. In Woods And Mountains I Roam, But I Am Hidden In The Innermost Soul Of Man. I Am Mortal For Everyone, Yet I Am Not Touched By The Cycle Of Aeons.

By A Symbol I Do Not Mean An Allegory Or A Sign, But An Image That Describes In The Best Possible Way The Dimly Discerned Nature Of The Spirit. A Symbol Does Not Define Or Explain; It Points Beyond Itself To A Meaning That Is Darkly Divined Yet Still Beyond Our Grasp, And Cannot Be Adequately Expressed In The Familiar Words Of Our Language.

The Psychic Depths Are Nature, And Nature Is Creative Life.