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Libido (n.) takes ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠a winding path that seems to be a via dolorosa — the long way round is a way of suffering.

Libido (n.) must ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠be worked with, not drifted on: its forces pull in opposite directions, and mere letting go leads in no time to the most hopeless confusion.

Libido (n.) stands ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠partly at the ego's disposal and partly confronts it autonomously — sometimes constraining it, sometimes revealing a new and unexpected source of strength.

Libido (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠fertile like the bull, dangerous like the lion, lustful like the ever-rutting ass — so many ways of symbolizing it, and all its endless symbols reduce to one denominator.

Libido (n.) as ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠a power transcending consciousness is daemonic by nature: both God and devil — destroy evil utterly and you amputate part of the Deity.

Libido (n.) can ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠“smell the right place” like Mephisto's key — it has an intuitive faculty, almost a life of its own, which is why it is so easily personified.

Libido (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠like a stream: divisible, it can be dammed up and overflow into collaterals.

Libido (n.) cannot ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠be nothing but sexuality — or eunuchs, whose libidinal interest is cut off, would all go schizophrenic, and plumbers joining male and female pipes would be blessed with potent affluxes.

Libido (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠appetite in its natural state — desire unchecked by any authority, moral or otherwise.

Libido (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠an energy value that can flow into any activity — power, hunger, hatred, sex or religion — without itself being any one instinct.

Libido (n.) passes ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠through a pre-sexual stage — roughly the first to fourth year, when sucking turns into rubbing, boring and rhythm — comparable to the chrysalis of a butterfly.

Libido (n.) migrates ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠through the body as the child grows, carrying traces of the nursing phase into each new field — hence the intimate ties between eating and sex.

Libido (n.) that ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠has become unconscious always appears in theriomorphic symbols — bull, horse, half-pig half-crocodile; a womanizer can be damaging his instinct precisely by his lack of repression.

Libido (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the sole reality in the realm of symbols — where the fixed meaning of things comes to an end, and its nature is known only by its effect on us.

Libido (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠like water: it cannot be turned any way one likes but must have a gradient to flow — and the archetypes are the river-beds along which psychic life has always run.

Libido (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠fructifying as well as destructive: the three-legged ass of the heavenly lake makes useful beasts conceive and harmful ones miscarry; the death-goddess Hel rides the same three-legged horse.

Libido (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠needed whole for the battle of life; without the instinctive forces of the unconscious the conscious personality is too weak to wrench itself free of its infantile past.

Libido (n.) still ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠untamed is the anthropoid psyche — the lions, bulls and snakes of our dreams — that will not fit into culture and keeps striving back toward savagery; it is the aim and end of every regression.

Libido (n.) never ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠appears as such, any more than energy does, but only as a force in some definite state — and its intensities always behave like parts of the personality.

Libido (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠not only an unending will to life: like the sun it also wills its own descent — in life's first half it strives for growth, in the second it points softly, then plainly, to another goal.