He who prefers to think than to feel, leaves his feeling to rot in darkness. It does not grow ripe, but in moodiness produces sick tendrils that do not reach the light. He who prefers to feel than to think leaves his thinking in the darkness, where it spins its net on gloomy places, desolate webs in which mosquitos and gnats become enmeshed. The thinker feels the disgust of feeling, since feeling in him is mainly disgusting. The one who feels thinks the disgust of thinking, since the thinking in him is mainly disgusting. So the serpent lies between the thinker and the one who feels. They are each other’s poison and healing.
May the thinking person accept his pleasure, and the feeling person accept his own thought. Such leads one along the way.
~ Carl Jung, The Red Book, page 248