A defeat for the ego is a victory for the Self.
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Carl Jung, Collected Works
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When I drew this landcape, I thought I was drawing an image of where I needed to go. It could just as well be an image of where I had been. Were those black shapes punctures of the body from the stent procedures?
With every surgery, I had to give up any sense of control over my fate. It was a humbling experience.
With the heart attack, I lost any sense of entitlement I had to life or to a future. At the same time, I gained a sense of deep gratitude for the life I still had.
Are those shark fins in the water?
Am I glad I am standing on the green earth!
When I drew this landcape, I thought I was drawing an image of where I needed to go. It could just as well be an image of where I had been. Were those black shapes punctures of the body from the stent procedures?
With every surgery, I had to give up any sense of control over my fate. It was a humbling experience.
With the heart attack, I lost any sense of entitlement I had to life or to a future. At the same time, I gained a sense of deep gratitude for the life I still had.
Are those shark fins in the water?
Am I glad I am standing on the green earth!
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