Shamdasani: Good evening. 
Jung: If I speak in the spirit of this time
I must say:
no one and nothing can justify what I must proclaim to you.
Justification is superfluous to me,
since I have no choice, but I must. 
I have learned that in addition to the spirit of this time
there is still another spirit at work, 
namely that which rules the depths of everything contemporary. 
The spirit of this time would like to hear of use and value.
I also thought this way, and my humanity still thinks this way.
But that other spirit forces me nevertheless to speak, beyond justification, use, and meaning.
Filled with human pride and blinded by the presumptuous spirit of the times,
I long sought to hold that other spirit away from me.
But I did not consider that the spirit of the depths from time immemorial
and for all the future possesses a greater power than 
 the spirit of this time, who changes with generations.
The spirit of the depths has subjugated all pride 
 and arrogance to the power of judgement.
He took away my belief in science, he robbed me 
 of the joy of explaining and ordering things,
and he let devotion to the ideals of this time die out in me.
He forced me down to the last and simplest things.
The spirit of the depths took my understanding and all my knowledge
and placed them at the service of the inexplicable and the paradoxical.
He robbed me of speech and writing for 
 everything that was not in his service,
namely the melting together of sense and nonsense, which produces the supreme meaning. 
But the supreme meaning is the path, and the way 
 and the bridge to what is to come.
That is the God yet to come.
It is not the coming God himself, but his 
 image which appears in the supreme meaning.
God is an image, and those who worship him must worship 
 him in the images of the supreme meaning. 
The supreme meaning is not the meaning and not an 
 absurdity, it is image and force in one. 
Magnificence and force together. 
The supreme meaning is the beginning and the end. It 
 is the bridge of going across and fulfillment.
The other gods died, and their temporality, yet the supreme meaning never dies.
It turns into meaning, and then into absurdity,
and out of the fire and blood of the collision, 
 the supreme meaning rises up rejuvenated anew. 
