To me dreams are part of nature, which harbors no intention to deceive but expresses something as best it can.
Somewhere there was once a Flower, a Stone, a Crystal, a Queen, a King, a Palace, a Lover and his Beloved, and this was long ago, on an Island somewhere in the ocean 5,000 years ago. . . . Such is Love, the Mystic Flower of the Soul. This is the Center, the Self.
The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely.
Meaning makes a great many things endurable---per haps everything.
There is no light without shadow, and no psychic wholeness without imperfection.
Consciousness succumbs all too easily to unconscious influences, and these are often truer and wiser than our conscious thinking.