The goal of individuation is wholeness, as much as we can accomplish, not the triumph of the ego.

We serve the world by finding out what feeds us, and, having been fed, then share our gifts with others.

Learning to live with ambiguity is learning to live with how life really is, full of complexities and strange surprises.

In the end, we are only tiny frightened animals, doing our best to survive amid other tiny frightened animals.

The world is more magical, less predictable, more autonomous, less controllable, more varied, less simple, more infinite, less knowable, more wonderfully troubling than we could have imagined being able to tolerate when we were young.

A neurosis is wherever we are allied against our true nature.

In moments of spiritual crisis we naturally fall back upon what worked for us, or seemed to work, heretofore. Sometimes this shows up through the reassertion of our old values in belligerent, testy ways. Regression of any kind is just such a return to old presumptions, often after they have been shown to be insufficient for the complexity of larger questions. The virtue of the old presumptions is that they once worked, or seemed to work, and therein lies if not certainty, then nostalgia for a previous, presumptive security. In our private lives, we frequently fall back upon our old roles.