The years, of which I have spoken to you, when I pursued the inner images, were
the most important time of my life. Everything else is to be derived from this.
It began at that time, and the later details hardly matter anymore. My entire
life consisted in elaborating what had burst forth from the unconscious and
flooded me like an enigmatic stream and threatened to break me. That was the
stuff and material for more than only one life. Everything later was merely the
outer classification, the scientific elaboration, and the integration into life.
But the numinous beginning, which contained everything, was then. These are