Sublime

Only when a man’s interior warriors are strong enough can he go into the joy of display.

Having no soul union with other men can be the most damaging wound of all.

Shame keeps us from cultivating a garden.

When a father, absent during the day, returns home at six, his children receive only his temperament, and not his teaching.

As long as nothing is clear, as long as we have not chosen whether to be conductor or human, the King—and the Queen—sleeps on.

Poet Robert Bly has also explored a version of this pattern, which he calls the “naïve male” and identifies by several traits: The man assumes that others are sincere and fair, without seeing their shadows. With this kind of blindness, he has special, prized relationships only with certain people. In addition, he may be passive in relationships, no

child will not become an adult until it breaks the addiction to harmony, chooses the one precious thing, and enters into a joyful participation in the tensions of the world.

Poet and author Robert Bly describes the shadow as an invisible bag that each of us carries around on our backs.