For we are all in some way or other kept asunder by our secrets; and instead of seeking through confession to bridge the abysses that separate us fro… - Carl Jung

My speech is imperfect. Not because I want to shine with words, but out of the impossibility of finding those words, I speak in images. With nothing else to express the words from the depths.

[T]here are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word "happy" would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.

God has fallen out of containment in religion and into human hearts — God is incarnating. Our whole unconscious is in an uproar from the God Who wants to know and to be known.