Everyone has a quiet place in the soul where everything is self-evident and easily explained, a place where we like to withdraw from the confusing possibilities of life, because here everything is simple and clear, has a clear and limited purpose. What else in the world can a person say with such conviction, if not about this place: "You are nothing but ..." and he really says it.
Although this place is only a smooth surface, an everyday wall, nothing more than a comfortably reinforced and regularly polished shell over the mystery of chaos. If you break through this most ordinary of walls, an overflowing stream of chaos will rush in. Chaos is not single, it is an endless multiplicity. He is not formless, otherwise he might be single, he is filled with images that confuse and crush in their fullness.

Carl Gustav Jung "Red Book"