The memory of the external facts of my life has largely faded in my mind or disappeared. But the encounters with the other reality, the collision with the unconscious, have indelibly permeated my memory. There was always plenty and wealth there. Everything else goes into the background. (Carl Gustav Jung)

Oh my star, you my faithful one, when will you finally give me a less ephemeral appointment, far from everything, in your domain of eternal certainties?
Luchino Visconti