The nature of the psyche reaches into obscurities far beyond the scope of our understanding.
It contains as many riddles as the universe with its galactic systems, before whose majestic configurations only a mind lacking in imagination can fail to admit its own insufficiency.
This extreme uncertainty of human comprehension makes the intellectualistic hubbub not only ridiculous, but also deplorably dull.
If, therefore, from the needs of his own heart, or in accordance with the ancient lessons of human wisdom, or out of respect for the psychological fact that “telepathic” perceptions occur, anyone should draw the conclusion that the psyche, in its deepest reaches, participates in a form of existence beyond space and time, and thus partakes
of what is inadequately and symbolically described as “eternity” —then critical reason could counter with no other argument than the “non liquet” of science.
Furthermore, he would have the inestimable advantage of conforming to a bias of the human psyche which has existed from time immemorial and is universal.
Anyone who does not draw this conclusion, whether from scepticism or rebellion against tradition, from lack of courage or inadequate psychological experience or thoughtless ignorance, stands very little chance, statistically, of becoming a pioneer of the mind, but has instead the indubitable certainty of coming into conflict with the truths of his blood.
Now whether these are in the last resort absolute truths or not we shall never be able to determine.
It suffices that they are present in us as a “bias,” and we know to our cost what it means to come into unthinking conflict with these truths.
It means the same thing as the conscious denial of the instincts—uprootedness, disorientation, meaninglessness, and whatever else these symptoms of inferiority may be called.
One of the most fatal of the sociological and psychological errors in which our time is so fruitful is the supposition that something can become entirely different all in a moment; for instance, that man can radically change his nature, or that some formula or truth might be found which would represent an entirely new beginning.
Any essential change, or even a slight improvement, has always been a miracle.
Deviation from the truths of the blood begets neurotic restlessness, and we have had about enough of that these days.
Restlessness begets meaninglessness, and the lack of meaning in life is a soul-sickness whose full extent and full import our age has not as yet begun to comprehend. ~Carl Jung, CW 8, Para 815