Interesting that the original poster copy and pasted my signature of Goethe's Faust in the same translation. I am very familiar with Jung's method of Depth psychology and his search for soul.

I focus on philosophy of mind, psychology and have read many of the classics. After reading so much literature, from Descartes, Leibniz, Berkley, Newton, Locke, Humes, Chalmers, Churchland, Dennett I take the once and for all, categorical position of an ontological (what has being) agnostic. That the ancients call the soul, or what today we call the self is shrouded in mystery. There is nothing more intimate to ourselves than consciousness, yet so mysteriously exists.

In my position the last stronghold of a ruthlessly materialist world is beauty and art. Is poetry grounded in the viscera? That question is for someone at a much higher pay grade than me.