Depression (n.) is what the primitive knows as a concrete fact — life ceases to flow, plants and men stop prospering; modern man says “I am stuck” and often has to be told what is happening to him.
Depression (n.) is an unconscious compensation whose content must be made conscious — by regressing deliberately with it and integrating the memories it stirs, which is what it was aiming at all along.
Depression (n.) can be a push down into the body you have overlooked all your life, after living since youth only in your head.
Depression (n.) should not be drowned in work but given a hearing — the one-sided intellectual must accept it, for the feeling he lacks lives in the unconscious.
Depression (n.) contains the very energy needed to remedy it: causal explanations — even the bad weather — satisfy only the outsider, who does not feel the challenge of what it is for.
Depression (n.) is always an introverted condition: the melancholic sinks into a kind of embryonic state, hence the pile-up of strange physical symptoms.