Red Book Out of Context @RedBookJung@schelling.pt

I: "Is magic a misfortune?"
My soul: "Yes, for those who possess it."
- LS, p. 126
#CGJung

I cut down to the marrow, until everything meaningful falls from me, until I am no longer as I might seem to myself, until I know only that I am without knowing what I am. - LS, p. 126 #CGJung

A knower may know himself. That is his limit. - LS, p. 126 #CGJung

But you cannot know others and everything else. Beware of knowing what lies beyond yourself, or else your presumed knowledge will suffocate the life of those who know themselves. - LS, p. 126 #CGJung

Remember that you can know yourself, and with that you know enough. - LS, p. 126 #CGJung

The depths are inexhaustible, they give everything. Everything is as good as nothing. Keep a little and you have something. - LS, p. 124 #CGJung

I return to the small and the real, for this is the great way, the way of what is to come. I return to my simple reality, to my undeniable and most minuscule being. - LS, p. 124 #CGJung

The future should be left to those of the future. - LS, p. 124 #CGJung

Little good will come to you from outside. What will come to you lies within yourself. But what lies there! - LS, p. 124 #CGJung

Do you believe me? I am not too concerned. What should I believe? What should I disbelieve? I saw and I shuddered. - LS, p. 124 #CGJung

My soul gave me ancient things that pointed to the future. She gave me three things: the misery of war, the darkness of magic, and the gift of religion. - LS, p. 124 #CGJung

Cultivate your garden with modesty. - LS, p. 124 #CGJung

I see that it is not worth conquering a larger piece of the immeasurable, but a smaller one instead. A well-tended small garden is better than an ill-tended large garden. Both gardens are equally small when faced with the immeasurable, but unequally cared for. - LS, p. 124 #CGJung

Behind the ordinary the eternal abyss yawns. - LS, p. 120

I have no name, since I have not yet existed, but have only just become. - LS, p. 118 #CGJung

Who is it that is full of drunkenness while sober? Who is it that descended from being one into being two? Who is it that tore apart his own heart to unite what has been separated? - LS, p. 118 #CGJung

Your lowest is in a sleep resembling death and needs the warmth of life which contains good and evil inseparably and indistinguishably. That is the way of life; you can call it neither evil nor good, neither pure nor impure. Yet this is not the goal, but the way and the crossing. It is also sickness and the beginning of recovery. It is the mother of all abominable deeds and all salutary symbols. It is the most primordial form of creation. - LS, p. 118 #CGJung

It is bad to have to say this, but perhaps I hear badly, or perhaps I misunderstand what the depths say. It is miserable to say as much, and yet I must say it. - LS, p. 118 #CGJung

So shall your acceptance be, so shall you accept, not cool, not superior, not thought out, not obsequious, not as a self-chastisement, but with pleasure, precisely with this ambiguous impure pleasure, whose ambiguity enables it to unite with the higher, with that holy-evil pleasure of which you do not know whether it be virtue or vice, with that pleasure which is lusty repulsiveness, lecherous fear, sexual immaturity. One wakens the dead with this pleasure. - LS, p. 118 #CGJung

He who has the luck and misfortune of a particular talent falls prey to believing that he is this gift. Hence he is also often its fool. - LS, p. 117 #CGJung