My life as I lived it had often seemed to me like a
story that has no beginning and no end. I had the
feeling that I was a historical fragment, an excerpt
for which the preceding and succeeding text was
missing. I could well imagine that I might have lived
informer centuries and there encountered questions
I was not yet able to answer; that I had to be born
again because I had not fulfilled the task that was
given to me.
Carl Jung