Heal the wounds that doubt causes me, my soul. This too must be overcome so that I can recognize your higher meaning. How far everything is, and how I turned back! My spirit is a spirit of torment, it tears my thoughts to pieces, it would strip all its cover and tear it to pieces. I am still a victim of my thoughts. When can I command my thoughts to be silent, so that my thoughts, those unruly dogs, will crawl at my feet? How can I hope to hear your voice louder, see your face clearer, when all my thoughts are howling? Carl Gustav Jung.