We no longer desire and fear; we are what was desired and feared.

Giving birth is definitely a heroic deed, in that it is the giving over of oneself to the life of another.

The hero is the champion of things becoming, not of things become, because he is.

Though omnipotence may seem to be endangered by the threshold passages and life awakenings, protective power is always and ever present within the sanctuary of the heart and even immanent within, or just behind, the unfamiliar features of the world. One has only to know and trust, and the ageless guardians will appear. Having responded to his own call, and continuing to follow courageously as the consequences unfold, the hero finds all the forces of the unconscious at his side.

The hero, the waker of his own soul, is himself but the convenient means of his own dissolution.

The problem of the hero is to pierce himself (and therewith his world) precisely through that point; to shatter and annihilate that key knot of his limited existence.

And so Galahad decided that it would be a disgrace to set off on a quest with the other knights. Alone he would enter the dark forest where there was no path. This is the myth of The Hero's Journey.

The adventure of the hero is the adventure of being alive

The modern hero-deed must be that of questing to bring to light again the lost Atlantis of the co-ordinated Soul.