"And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention."
Recent picture taken in Gaza.
Carl Gustav Jung, The Red Book (Hand-crafted red leather‐bound folio manuscript, details), constructed between 1915 and 1930.
In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement.