shedding pseudoskins, crusted stuff that you’ve accumulated, dead wood, things that don’t work anymore, things that don’t keep you alive. Sets of ideas that you’ve had too long. People that you don’t really like to be with, habits of thought, habits of sexuality, ’cause if you keep on making love at forty the way you did at eighteen you’re missing something
fixed there are parts of the psyche that are changeless and has to be respected, because the psyche knows more why it resists change than you do ... Where would that thing that is you reside, if the psyche didn’t depend on some things not changing? And this dependence on the changeless is far below the level of the ego’s control or consent. Every complex, every psychic figure in your dreams knows more about itself and what it’s doing and what it’s there for than you do.