Things are never, can never be just as they are by definition, can never be encompassed. Thus the soul, healed and whole as it possibly, ideally may be, still lacks that which is beyond, and which remains out of reach, infinite.
That the soul longs, its pathos partly an expression of its pothos, is the ground of both its imperfection, felt as restlessness and failure, and the creative poiesis in humans and all of nature to produce endless novelty, endless variation in the makings of itself.
The soul is always wanting (Hillman 1977c), and this is the reason for the necessity of unfulfillment and why a psychoanalysis of anything to do with soul is, as Freud said, interminable.
— Practice, Archetypal Psychology UE 1