My soul, where are you? Do you hear me? I speak, I call
you-are you there? I have returned, I am here again. I have
shaken the dust of all the lands frOln my feet, and I have come
to you, I am with you. After long years of long wandering, I
have come to you again. Should I tell you everything I have
seen, experienced, and drunk in? Or do you not want to hear
about all the noise of life and the world? But one thing you
must know: the one thing I have learned is that one must live
this life.

This life is the way, the long sought-after way to the
unfatholnable, which we call divine.35 There is no other way,
all other ways are false paths. I found the right way, it led me to
you, to my soul. I return, tempered and purified. Do you still
know me? How long the separation lasted! Everything has become
so different. And how did I find you? How strange my journey
was! What words should I use to tell you on what twisted paths
a good star has guided me to you? Give me your hand, my almost
forgotten soul. How warm the joy at seeing you again, you long
disavowed soul. Life has led me back to you. Let us thank the
life I have lived for all the happy and all the sad hours, for every
joy, for every sadness. My soul, my journey should continue with
you. I will wander with you and ascend to my solitude.

C.G. Jung, The Red Book