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+ It is often tragic to see how blatantly a man
bungles his own life and the lives of others yet
remains totally incapable of seeing how much the
whole tragedy originates in himself, and how he
continually feeds it and keeps it going.
+ He can only obey the apparently alien impulse
within him and follow where it leads, sensing
that his work is greater than himself, and wields
a power which is not his and which he cannot command.
+ From the living fountain of instinct flows everything
that is creative; hence the unconscious is not
merely conditioned by history, but is the very
source of the creative impulse. It is like Nature
herself - prodigiously conservative, and yet transcending
her own historical conditions in her acts of creation.
+ All art intuitively apprehends coming changes
in the collective unconsciousness.
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