Every civilized human being, whatever his conscious development, is still an archaic man at the deeper levels of his psyche.
Dreams are symbolic in order that they can not be understood; in order that the wish, which is the source of the dream, may remain unknown.
But who, if it comes to that, has fully realized that history is not contained in thick books but lives in our very blood?
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.
A human being would certainly not grow to be seventy or eighty years old if this longevity had no meaning for the species. The afternoon of human life must also have a significance of its own and cannot be merely a pitiful appendage to life’s morning.