What we call self -consciousness is seriously distanced from our original instincts. The present man has achieved the power of will and authority to some extent because of the urbanization, and without resorting to prayer and anthem, and to perform his work with the necessary efficiency. But with all the rationalization and efficiency, there are forces inside him that are out of control. The gods and the devils have not been destroyed, but renamed. These forces keep humans in restlessness, vague anxiety, mental complexity, irregular appetite for taking pills, alcohol and drugs, and most importantly, in a range of neurological diseases.
by C.G. Jung
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The idea of self-consciousness has evolved significantly, distancing humanity from primal instincts. In modern times, urbanization has granted individuals greater willpower and authority, enabling them to carry out tasks without relying solely on prayers or song for motivation. However, this rational approach has not addressed certain underlying emotional and psychological forces that remain unmanageable within individuals.

Despite advancements in efficiency, people continue to grapple with deep-seated restlessness and anxiety. The original symbols of good and evil have transformed, yet they persist, leading to unhealthy coping mechanisms such as substance abuse and an increase in mental health issues. Jung's work reminds us that the complexities of our inner lives remain influential, even in our seemingly rational existence.

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