urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_renunciation and with such dim headlights, just fly into the black a natural disaster 2009-11-03T21:19:09Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_renunciation:242655 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2009-11-03T21:19:09Z "This mess of psyche is what <i>puer</i> [soul] consciousness needs to marry so as to undertake the 'battle of the sexes.' The opponents of the spirit are first of all the hassles under its own skin: the morning moods, the symptoms, the prevarications in which it gets entangled, and the vanity. The puer needs to battle the irritability of this inner 'woman,' her passive laziness, her fancies for sweets and flatteries--all that which analysis calls <i>autoeroticism</i>. This fighting is a fighting <i>with</i>, rather than a fighting off or fighting against, the anima, a close, tense, devoted embracing in many positions of intercourse, where puer madness is met with psychic confusion and deviation, and where this madness is reflected in that distorted mirror. It is not straight and not clear. We do not even know what weapons to use or where the enemy is, since the enemy seems to be my own soul and heart and most dear passions. The puer is left only with his craziness, which, through the battle, he has resort to so often that he learns to care for it as precious, as the one thing he truly is, his uniqueness and limitation. Reflection in the mirror of the soul lets one see the madness of one's spiritual drive, and the importance of this madness."<br />-<i>Salt of Soul, Sulfur of Spirit</i>