Carl Jung: The empath, the archetype; and what is a warped reality?: A poem 

What do you venture to describe in the years  where the mist gathers over you like a blanket  and falls down on you like a spiritual rain, so dense  that it condenses your analytical rationale into a  madness that you fear?! And do you tread into  it like it were your own anima, shining its light  on you, albeit whatContinue reading “Carl Jung: The empath, the archetype; and what is a warped reality?: A poem “