Once, Carl Jung felt that he had met a man with no human failings at all, and he was terribly disturbed, because it made him feel guilty. He thought that he should probably take a closer look at himself. Then a day or two later Jung met the man’s wife, and he ceased to worry about it. It wasn’t because she had said, “You should know my husband is very difficult to live with.” That wasn’t the story at all. Instead, the wife embodied all the things that were repressed in her husband, because when you live together that intimately you begin to share your psychic life. So if one becomes too much of a light, their partner may grow compensatory and become a shadow, and vice versa. So there has to be the element of rascality — but not too much, just a pinch of it.