There is rarely a creative man who does not have to pay a high price for the divine spark of his greatest gifts...the human element is frequently bled for the benefit of the creative element and to such an extent that it even brings out the bad qualities, as for instance, ruthless, naive egoism (so-called "auto-eroticism"), vanity, all kinds of vices—and all this in order to bring to the human I at least some life-strength, since otherwise it would perish of sheer inanition.
Swiss psychiatrist and psychotherapist (1875–1961)
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It is the truth, a force of nature that expresses itself through me — I am only a channel — I can imagine in many instances where I would become sinister to you.
For instance, if life had led you to take up an artificial attitude, then you wouldn't be able to stand me, because I am a natural being.
By my very presence I crystallize; I am a ferment.
The unconscious of people who live in an artificial manner senses me as a danger.
Everything about me irritates them, my way of speaking, my way of laughing.
They sense nature.
Is that which science calls the “psyche” not merely a question-mark arbitrarily confined within the skull, but rather a door that opens upon the human world from a world beyond, now and again allowing strange and unseizable potencies to act upon him and to remove him, as if upon the wings of the night, from the level of common humanity to that of a more personal vocation?
Life has always seemed to me like a plant that lives on its rhizome. Its true life is invisible, hidden in the rhizome. The part that appears above ground lasts only a single summer. Then it withers away — an ephemeral apparition. When we think of the unending growth and decay of life and civilizations, we cannot escape the impression of absolute nullity. Yet I have never lost a sense of something that lives and endures underneath the eternal flux. What we see is the blossom, which passes. The rhizome remains.