Jung's last sentence is the one that costs something to read: life itself is guilt. Not life as mismanaged, not life as correctable given sufficient effort or insight, but life as constitutionally implicated. The coniunctio does not deliver you from the tension of opposites — it delivers you into holding both at once, which is the harder burden. What the alchemical process promises is not resolution but simultaneity, and simultaneity means you carry the contradiction without the relief of sequence.

The psyche's instinct is to serialize: first darkness, then light; first wound, then healing; first the problem, then the solution. Sequence makes opposites bearable because it implies that the difficult term will pass. What Edinger and Jung are pointing at is the loss of that serial comfort. The new standpoint does not come after the oscillation — it emerges as an ability to experience both poles at the same time, which means both poles remain real, neither cancelled by the other.

The guilt Jung names is not moral failure. It is the condition of being alive in a psyche that requires its own shadow to function at all. There is no version of individuation that exits this — only a deepening capacity to stand in it without collapsing the tension prematurely into whichever pole feels more survivable that day.