"When you're facing the gates, will you be happy with what you've become?"

"I saw black serpent, as it wound itself upward around the wood of the cross. It crept into the body of the crucified and emerged again transformed from his mouth. It had become white. It wound itself around the head of the dead one like a diadem, and a light gleamed above his head, and the sun rose shining in the east. I stood and watched and was confused and a great weight burdened my soul. But the white bird that sat on my shoulder spoke to me: "Let it rain, let the wind blow, let the waters flow and the fire burn. Let each thing have its development, let becoming have its day.'"

-Carl Jung