All kinds of things lead me far away from my scientific endeavor.

All kinds of things lead me far away from my scientific endeavor.

 

The Red Book

All kinds of things lead me far away from my scientific endeavor, which I thought I had subscribed to firmly I wanted to serve humanity through it, and now, my soul, you lead me to these new things.

Yes, it is the in-between world, the pathless, the manifold-dazzling.

I forgot that I had reached a new world, which had been alien to me previously I see neither way nor path.

What I believed about the soul has to become true here, namely that she knows her own way better, and that no intention can prescribe her a better one.

I feel that a large chunk of science has been broken off I suppose it must be like this, for the sake of the soul and her life.

I find the thought that this must occur only for me agonizing, and that perhaps no one will gain insight from my work.

But my soul demands this achievement. I should be able to do this just for myself without hope-for the sake of God.

This is truly a hard way

But what else did those anchorites of the first centuries of Christianity do?

And were they the worst or least capable of those living at the end?

Hardly; since they came to the most relentless conclusions with regard to the psychological necessity of their time.

They left wife and child, wealth, glory and science-and turned toward the desert-for God’s sake. So be it ~Carl Jung, The Black Book, Liber Novus, Footnote 44, Page 267