Dear N., 9 January 1958
You must bear with my peculiar mental state.
These days my thoughts were caught in a circumambulation of an entirely new proportion to me, namely an order from within to write up my earliest recollections.
This command made necessary a new attitude of mind, consisting in an acceptance of a sort of autobiographical interest violently resisted hitherto.
While I am writing this I observe a little demon trying to abscond my words and even my thoughts and turning them over into the rapidly flowing river of images, surging from the mists of the past, portraits of a little boy, bewildered and wondering at an incomprehensibly beautiful and hideously profane and deceitful world.
C.G. ~Carl Jung, Letters Vol. II, Page 408