Anonymous
Dear Mrs. N., 5 March 1959
I cannot tell you how deeply I have been moved by the appalling news of your son’s premature death . . . . Yes, life is a mysterious affair.
Sometimes it starts with a profound no to its own existence,and its only goal seems to be that it ends.
In such a case one can only ask : what was before? and what comes afterwards?
Sometimes one has a dream which answers our question.
But mostly we are left in utter darkness about motive and meaning of an individual life; even our own life seems to consist of a long chain of events, of which only a certain stretch is illuminated by consciousness, but darkness covers that which has been before the beginning and that which is after its end.
My deep sympathy!
Yours sincerely,
C.G. Jung ~Carl Jung, Letters Vol. II, Page 492