To Aniela Jaffe

Dear Aniela, 29 May 1953

The spectacle of eternal Nature gives me a painful sense of my weakness and perishability, and I find no joy in imagining an equanimity in conspectu mortis.

As I once dreamt, my will to live is a glowing daimon, who makes the consciousness of my mortality hellish difficult for me at times.

One can, at most, save face like the unjust steward, and then not always, so that my Lord wouldn’t find even that much to commend.

But the daimon reeks nothing of that, for life, at the core, is steel on stone.

~C.G. Jung, ~Carl Jung, Letters Vol. II, Page 119.