To be individual means to be peculiar, to be peculiarly what one is, with one’s own odd patterns of archetypal responses.
So we shall not lock the mess away in an inner asylum nor work daily at self-treatment. The peculiarities can be let into life to be enjoyed; and life may even enjoy them. They are, anyway, not mere quirks of the little person trying to hold his life together but are openings downward into collective dimensions of mythical patterns.
We are never only persons; we are always also Mothers and Giants and Victims and Heroes and Sleeping Beauties. Titans and Demons and Magnificent Goddesses have ruled our souls for thousands of years; Aristotle and Descartes did their best, and the analytical minds that followed them are still at it, but the mythic forces have not been slain.
— Myth of Analysis, Introduction, p 5-6