I observe myself in the stillness of Bollingen, with the experience of almost eight decades now, and I have to admit that
I have found no plain answer to myself.
I am in doubt about myself as much as ever, the more so the more I try to say something definite.
It is even as though through familiarity with oneself one became still more alienated! ~Carl Jung, Jung Briefe, Page 386.
In 1955 his tall figure was slightly bent and even gave an impression of fragility.
Yet most people overlooked this, because it paled beside the massive strength, the powerfulness
that radiated from him; no one who ever met him could escape its aura.
It was not the powerfulness of an authoritarian Jung was too good-natured for that, too kindly,
too outgoing even in old age and his humor too infectious.
Nor was it the powerfulness one associates with erudition or with a highly differentiated and richly endowed
intellect. . . .
What was so palpably impressive about him sprang from the superiority of a man who had engaged in a
life-and-death struggle with the creative daemon and mastered him, but on whom the struggle had left its mark.
This kind of powerfulness is profoundly human, does not arouse fear, is not crushing, does not embarrass or make you feel
small, but changes you; it compels veneration and awe. ~Aniela Jaffe, Last Years, Page 100.