Too much drink, not enough sleep, not always the best food, and too little exercise. Thanks for bringing this to my attention.

A.

This has me thinking. I don’t recall any Jungian lecture or reference to the possibility or warning of becoming ‘too conscious’ or spending too much time pursuing such. Yet basic Jung 101 repeatedly abhors extremes. Would becoming too aware of one’s self is an ironic case of enantiodromia?
Any thoughts?

Rondel de l’adieu – Edmond Haracourt

Partir, c’est mourir un peu, – To leave, it’s like dying a little
C’est mourir à ce qu’on aime : – This is what we like, to die
On laisse un peu de soi-même – It leaves a bit of “self”
En toute heure et dans tout lieu. – At any time and at any place
C’est toujours le deuil d’un vœu, – It’s the mourning of a vow
Le dernier vers d’un poème ; – The last verse of a poem
Partir, c’est mourir un peu. – To leave is to die a little
Et l’on part, et c’est un jeu, – And leaving is a game
Et jusqu’à l’adieu suprême – Until the final “Good-bye”
C’est son âme que l’on sème, – It is his soul that we sow
Que l’on sème à chaque adieu… – That one sows with each farewell
Partir, c’est mourir un peu – To leave is to die a little

My translation for what it is worth

We die, we begin dying with each breath from birth onward, we die with each breath in and breath out. As we leave this space, this place, this time, this person, we leave another part of who we are – perhaps as resonance, perhaps as projection, perhaps as a seed which will grow in the soul of yet another to begin the cycle again. All is one, my friend.

The advice my friend gave his son has some merit here.”I don’t care if you only want to be a garbage collector. Just make sure you’re the best fucking garbage collector there ever was.”