a letter from my best friend/from carl jung’s the RED BOOK

I resist.

I cannot accept this hollow nothing that I am. What am I? What is my I? I always presuppose my I. Now it stands before me. I before my I. I speak now, to you, my I.

Are you afraid? Don’t you want to risk life? Isn’t it life that presents you with this problem?

Why are you looking around for help? Do you believe that help will come from outside? What is to come is created in you and from you.

Look into yourself. Do not compare. Do not measure. No other way is like yours. All other ways deceive and tempt you.

The uncertain way is the only way. Upon it lies possibilities. Be unwavering and create.

You should be a vessel of life so kill your idols.

afraid

the period before – i sit here tortured
dreading – why?
the feeling is a heaviness – do i see the importance of what i do?
i’m disconnected, i know but i don’t know
human work is hard work,
love work is hard work
where is the center – this is an incredible opportunity! whatever i say they now know!

i’m still afraid.