The image of God has a shadow.
The supreme meaning is real, and casts a shadow.
For what can be actual and corporal and have no shadow?
The shadow is nonsense. It acts, force, and has no continued existence through itself.
But nonsense is the inseperable and undying portal of the supreme meaning.
Like plants, so man also grows. Some in light, others in the shadow. 
There are many who need the shadow and not the light.
The image of God throws the shadow, that is just as great as itself.
The supreme meaning is great and small.
It is as wide as the space of the starry heaven, and 
 as narrow as the cell of the living body. 
My soul, where are you?
Do you hear me? I speak. I call you. Are you there?
I have returned. I am here again.
I have shaken the dust of all demands from 
 my feet, and I have come to you.
I am with you. After long years of 
 long wandering, I have come to you.
Should I tell you everything I have seen, experienced, or drank in?
Or do you not want to hear about 
 the noise of life and the world?
But one thing you must know.
The one thing I have learned is that one must live his life.
This life is the way, the long sought after 
 way, to the unfathomable which we call divine.
This. There is no other way. All other ways are false paths.
I found the right way to that. It 
 led me to you, to my soul.
I return tempered and purified. Do you still know me?
How long the seperation lasted. Everything has become so different.
How did I find you? How strange my journey was.
What words should I use to tell you on what twisted 
 path a good star has guided me to you?
Give me your hands, my almost forgotten soul.
How long the joy at seeing you again you long disembodied soul.
Life has led me back to you.
Let us thank the life I have lived for 
 all the happy and all the sad hours.
For every joy, for every sadness.
My soul, my journey should continue with you.
I will bond with you and ascend to my solitude.
Shamdasani: Welcome to this presentation of Liber Novus: 
 The Red Book of C. G. Jung.
