With that rite of passage, he has found the mother lode of psychic energy that fuels our most irrational and violent moments, our most selfish and our most altruistic ones, our neurotic dialectic of simultaneously mourning and denying, our diets and exercising, our myths of paradise and resurrection. It’s as if we were trapped in a mine, shouting out for rescuers, Save us, we’re alive but we’re getting old and we’re going to die.
