Jung vs Adler: is the psyche driven by depth or by power?

Beneath your little strivings lies an ocean of symbol and dream, shared by all humankind before you were ever born.

Poetry, Carl! The child feels small, and every action after is a climb toward significance. That is your whole ocean.

You reduce the soul to a ladder. I hear gods in the dark; you hear only elbows in a crowd.

Better elbows we can heal than gods we merely worship, Carl. I treat the person; you interpret the myth.