And I have known the eyes already, known them all—The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, when I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume?

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T. S. Eliot

Is the self a symbol of Christ, or is Christ a symbol of the self? - Aion, Carl Jung