After the break with Freud, all my friends and acquaintances dropped away.
My book was declared to be rubbish; I was a mystic, and that settled the matter.
Riklin and Maeder alone stuck by me. But I had foreseen my isolation and harbored no illusion about the reactions of my so-called friends.
That was a point I had thoroughly considered beforehand. I had known that everything was at stake, and that I had to take a stand for my convictions.
I realized that the chapter, “The Sacrifice,”* meant my own sacrifice. Having reached this insight, I was able to write again, even though I knew that my ideas would go uncomprehended. ~Carl Jung; Memories, Dreams and Reflections