Dear Fraulein Kaufmann, 30 April 1936
I cannot possibly answer your question in a letter.
I think you would do best to take the whole problem of love as a miracu lum per gratiam Dei which nobody really understands.
It is always fate, whose ultimate roots we shall never dig out.
One shouldn’t let oneself be upset by God’s doings. The sublime nonsense or nonsensical sublimity of love may invite us to philosophic wonder.
The symbolic form of love (animus-anima) shrinks from nothing, least of all from sexual union.
There is a “real” partner only if you make him real.
Reality is an anthropomorphism.
You really ought to have asked this question when you were here.
Volumes could be written about it, which I shall on no account do, however.
With best regards,
C.G. Jung ~Carl Jung, Letters Volume 1, Pages 213-214.