Anonymous asked: CCXX I:XV
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place your sight can knock on, echoing; but here within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze will be absorbed and utterly disappear: just as a raving madman, when nothing else can ease him, charges into his dark night howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels the rage being taken in and pacified. She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen...
For I am divided for Love’s sake, for the chance of Union.
When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate.– Carl Jung (via cavesoflilith)
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