Letter from C.G Jung To Count Hermann Keyserling. 2 January 1928
Your return to yourself, enforced by illness, is on the right track and is something I have wished and expected for you. You identify with the eternally creative, restless, and ruthless god in yourself, therefore you see through everything personal— a tremendous fate which it would be ridiculous either to praise or to censure!
I was compelled to respect Nietzsche’s Amor fati until I had my fill of it, then I built a little house way out in the country near the mountains and carved an inscription on the wall: Philemonis sacrum— Fausti poenitentia, and
“ dis-identified” myself with the god. I have never regretted this doubtless very unholy act.
By temperament I despise the “ personal,” any kind of “ togetherness,” but it is so strong a force, this whole crushing unspiritual weight of the earth, that I fear it. It can rouse my body to revolt against the spirit so that before reaching the zenith of my flight I fall lamed to earth. That is the danger you too must reckon with. It is also the fear that prevents our friend X from flying. He can be nothing else but intellectual.
You have paid a salutary tribute to the earth with your illness. Let’s hope your gods will be equally gracious to you next time!
With best wishes for the New Year,
C.G. Jung ~Carl Jung, Letters Vol. I, Pages 49-50