I live my life in ever widening circles, each superseding all the previous ones. Perhaps I never shall succeed in reaching the final circle, but attempt I will.
I circle around God, the ancient tower,
and have been circling for a thousand years, and still I do not know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a continuing great song?
“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”
— Carl Jung
“In myth, women's boundaries are pliant, porous, mutable. Her power to control them is inadequate, her concern for them unreliable. Deformation attends her. She swells, she shrinks, she leaks, she is penetrated, she suffers metamorphoses. The women of mythology regularly lose their form in monstrosity.”
― Anne Carson, Men in the Off Hours