Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy, Book 1 “Inferno,” Canto 5 [tr. James (2013)]

Carl Jung

Leevi and the Leavings - Pimeä tie, mukavaa matkaa [Häntä Koipien Välissä, 1988]

Seated Male Deity Holding a Cuirass (Chest Armour). last quarter of the 10th–first half of the 11th century. Credit line: Samuel Eilenberg Collection, Gift of Samuel Eilenberg, 1987 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/39047

One of the things I want to distinguish in all my work is the difference between the subtle and the manifest. The manifest is what can be held in the hand, in the eye or in the head; this is the explicate order. The other side of this is the subtle. To define something means to ‘grasp’ it, so that which cannot be grasped is undefinable, and whatever is beyond such limits has to be subtle. Infinity does not really mean more and more space, or more and more time – these are rather crude conceptions of it – but rather, it means more and more subtlety. The nature of the implicate order is that it is subtle, and within it there are many different levels of subtlety. These deeper things could be like vibrations that we can sense, as we might sense more and more subtle feelings, pointing to something out of which ideas and images emerge.

David Bohm, Wholeness, Timelessness and Unfolding Meaning, interview with Jane Clark and Michael Cohen, Beshara Magazine, Issue 14, 2020

The Gazebo (1818) by Caspar David Friedrich

'The Sorceress' by Jan van de Velde II, 1626

Joan of Arc wearing armour and mounted upon a horse at the head of her troops

by Jules Prater

“The human mind is only capable of absorbing a few things at a time. […] We observe a fraction of the process, like hearing the vibration of a single string in an orchestra of supergiants. We know, but cannot grasp, that above and below, beyond the limits of perception or imagination, thousands and millions of simultaneous transformations are at work, interlinked like a musical score by mathematical counterpoint. It has been described as a symphony in geometry, but we lack the ears to hear it.”

— Stanisław Lem, Solaris

Lightning Struck a Flock of Witches (William Holbrook Beard, 1824 - 1900)