I understand that Dante descended into the depths of hell. Having no life in this direction, anima must move from the head to the human heart to be fully acknowledged. It can be, like Dante's journey, a terrible distance to travel.
Amatao (I Love)
Love, too, can be a struggle. But is love a necessary path to discovering anima or animus? When did you first fall in love? With whom and how did it go? Enraptured like Narcissus, many of us have found the road to completion strewn with boulders and carrion.
Who does not identify with cave art? Its primitive beauty is as ageless as the Sirens of Desire.
Now, I cannot confidently say that I have come into my stage of Jungian completion, but sometimes it feels like progress has been made. During times like this, it feels like anima is rising and all is well in the world.
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