Ïðîáóæäåíèå ñîçíàíèÿ èëè ýëåêòðîííûé êîíöëàãåðü? Íåò íè÷åãî ñèëüíåå èäåè, âðåìÿ êîòîðîé ïðè...
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"Ëþáèòü äðóãîãî ëåãêî, à ëþáèòü òîãî, êòî âû åñòü, òî, ÷åì âû ÿâëÿåòåñü, - ýòî ðîâíî òàê æå, êàê îáíÿòü ðàñêàë¸ííîå äîêðàñíà æåëåçî: îíî ïðîæèãàåò âàñ, è ýòî î÷åíü áîëüíî.
Ïîýòîìó, ïðåæäå âñåãî, ëþáèòü äðóãîãî - ýòî âñåãäà ñïàñèòåëüíîå áåãñòâî, î êîòîðîì ìû âñå òåøèì ñåáÿ íàäåæäîé, è ìû âñå íàñëàæäàåìñÿ èì, åñëè ñïîñîáíû íà íåãî.
Íî â êîíöå êîíöîâ íàì ýòî âîçâðàùàåòñÿ.
Âû íå ìîæåòå âå÷íî äåðæàòüñÿ îò ñåáÿ ïîäàëüøå, âû äîëæíû âåðíóòüñÿ, äîëæíû ïðèéòè â ýòîò ýêñïåðèìåíò è óçíàòü, ìîæåòå ëè âû ëþáèòü íà ñàìîì äåëå.
Âîò â ÷¸ì âîïðîñ: ìîæåòå ëè âû ëþáèòü ñåáÿ. È ýòî - èñïûòàíèå".
(Êàðë Þíã, Ñåìèíàðû ïî Çàðàòóñòðå, ñòð 1473-1474; ïåðåâîä Ò.Åäàêèíîé)

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To love someone else is easy, but to love what you are, the thing that is yourself, is just as if you were embracing a glowing red-hot iron: it burns into you and that is very painful.
Therefore, to love somebody else in the first place is always an escape which we all hope for, and we all enjoy it when we are capable of it.
But in the long run, it comes back on us.
You cannot stay away from yourself forever, you have to return, have to come to that experiment, to know whether you really can love.
That is the question-whether you can love yourself, and that will be the test. ~Carl Jung, Zarathustra Seminars, Pages 1473-1474.
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