I held to the sanctified form, and didn’t want to allow the chaos to break. through its dams.

I believed in the order of the world and hated everything disorganized and unformed.

Therefore above all I had to realize that my own law had brought me to this place.

As the God developed in me, I thought he was a part of my self I thought that my “I” included him and therefore I took him for my thought.

But I also considered that my thoughts were parts of my “1.”

Thus I entered into my thoughts, and into the thinking about the God, in that I took him / for a part of my self.

On account of my thoughts, I had left myself; therefore my self became hungry and made God into a selfish thought.

If I leave myself my hunger will drive me to find my self in my object, that is, in my thought.

Therefore you love reasonable and orderly thoughts, since you could not endure it if your self was in disordered, that is, unsuitable thoughts.

Through your selfish wish, you pushed out of your thoughts everything that you do not consider ordered, that is, unfitting.

You create order according to what you know, you do not know the thoughts of chaos, and yet they exist.

My thoughts are not my self and my I does not embrace the thought. Your thought has this meaning and that, not just one, but many meanings. No one knows how many.

My thoughts are not my self but exactly like the things of the world, alive and dead. Just as I am not damaged through living in a partly chaotic world, so too I am not damaged if I live in my partly chaotic thought world.

Thoughts are natural events that you do not possess, and whose meaning you only imperfectly recognize.

Thoughts grow in me like a forest, populated by many different animals. But man is domineering in his thinking, and therefore he kills the pleasure of the forest and that of the wild animals.

Man is violent in his desire, and he himself becomes a forest and a forest animal. Just as I have freedom in the world, I also have freedom in my thoughts.

Freedom is conditional. ~Carl Jung; Red Book. Page  250