The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic.
The unconscious can become destructive if it is disregarded and thwarted.
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
Worlds self made are so full of monsters and demons.
Coming near him like a ballet dancer she took a leap towards him, and he, frightened by her vehemence, and fearing that she would crash against him, instinctively became absolutely rigid, and she felt herself embracing a statue.
Sexual intercourse... a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man's sensual mast.