When the darkness grows denser,

I would penetrate to its very core and ground,

and would not rest until amid the pain a light appeared to me,

for in excessu affectus [that is, in an excess of passion]

Nature reverses herself.

I would turn in rage against myself and with the heat of my rage I would melt my lead…

I would wrestle with the dark angel until he dislocated my hip.

For he is also the light and the blue sky which he withholds from me.

Carl Jung