If science is an end in itself, man’s raison d’être lies in being a mere intellect. If art is an end in itself, then his sole value lies inthe imaginative faculty, and the intellect is consigned to the lumberoom. If making money is an end in itself, both science and art can quietly shut up shop. No one can deny that our modern consciousness, in pursuing these mutually exclusive ends, has become hopelessly fragmented. The consequence is that people are trained to develop one quality only; they become tools themselves. (Carl Jung, CW 16, paragraph 731)
The trouble with developing one faculty, of course, is all about creating an imbalance in the human psyche. And like all “moderns,” I worked hard to do just that, to become a “professional” educational administrator. It was a work that engaged me and held value for me as I saw it as way to live a meaningful life. Looking back, I made the right choices along the way. However, in crossing the bridge of midlife, being so “one-sided” plunged me into a depression. My psyche had its own agenda, that of healing the soul, the work of moving from one-sidedness into some semblence of wholeness.
And so this journey continues into wholeness. I do know now that it isn’t the destination of wholeness that is vital to me, it is the journey itself.