“If you will contemplate your lack of fantasy, of inspiration and inner aliveness, which you feel as stagnation and a barren wilderness, and impregnate it with an interest born of alarm at inner death, then something can take shape in you, for your inner emptiness conceals just as great a fullness if only you will allow it to penetrate you. If you prove receptive to this ‘call of the wild,’ the longing for fulfillment will quicken the sterile wilderness of your soul as rain quickens the dry earth”