Resources

A collection of quotes, poems, essays, and more that I’ve found along the way…

Night sky filled with stars reflected on a calm lake with hills on either side.
The stars are like letters which inscribe themselves at every moment in the sky… Everything in the world is full of signs… All events are coordinated… All things depend on each other; as has been said: Everything breathes together.
— Plotinus
A detailed view of a colorful nebula in deep space with bright stars and dark dust lanes.
Time is the moving image of eternity.
— Plato
A person's hand with light skin artisticly curved, with sand dusted over the hand, and some falling off, against a neutral background.
A full moon with an orange-red glow rising above purple and pink clouds in a dark sky.

Two Suitors

by Richard Tarnas

A view of the night sky showing numerous stars, the Milky Way galaxy, and cosmic dust.
Close-up of a human eye with detailed brown iris, eyelashes, and surrounding skin.
Our psyche is set up in accord with the structure of the universe, and what happens in the microcosm likewise happens in the infinitesimal and most subjective reaches of the psyche.
— C.G. Jung
Night sky filled with stars above a silhouette of mountains and a body of water reflecting the moonlight.
Since the stars have fallen from heaven, and our highest symbols have paled, a secret life holds sway in the unconscious. It is for this reason that we have a psychology today, and for this reason that we speak of the unconscious. All this discussion would be superfluous in an age or culture that possessed symbols. For these are spirits from above; and at such a time, also, spirit is above. It would be a foolish and senseless undertaking for such people to wish to experience or investigate an unconscious that contains nothing but the silent, undisturbed sway of nature. But our unconscious conceals natural spirit, which is to say, spirit turned to water; and this spirit disturbs it. Heaven has become empty space to us, a fair memory of things that once were. But our heart glows, and a secret unrest gnaws at the roots of our being.
— C.G. Jung
Two people walking in a forest with sunlight streaming through tall trees.
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you

Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,

And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,

Must ask permission to know it and be known.

The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,

I have made this place around you.

If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.

No two trees are the same to Raven.

No two branches are the same to Wren.

If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,

You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows

Where you are. You must let it find you.
— David Wagoner, Lost