The unconscious is like an impulsive deity - it sends us good and bad moods, sometimes randomly. And like peevish followers we're grateful for a good day every now and then. But wait a minute: Isn't it 'my' unconscious? And shouldn't 'I' be the boss? And yet I find myself driven, and pushed, kicked down and lifted by forces basically unknown to me. Isn't that why we want to control so much? We don't even have a say in our own house and try to compensate by pushing, kicking and lifting others and what is left of 'ourselves'.
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