I am no longer waiting. I am leaning into the wind. This vessel, vast and trembling with power, is mine to command. She is alive, and she has called me to hold her steady; not by hiding from the storm, but by entering it, bending my body into its truth, anchoring the keel through my own spine. I ask for a crew: not of polished saints or clean-cut sailors, but of misfits, outlaws of the soul.

I needed to look higher, to think higher — not focus solely on what was right in front of me...

The Philosophical Foundations of Paleophenomenology series - 02 | Heidegger + Jung

I believe that by integrating Nietzsche and Jung, a richer interpretation of the querying behind ancient art can be offered.