Like a projectile flying to its goal, life ends in death. Even its ascent and its zenith are only steps and means to this goal. This paradoxical formula is no more than a logical deduction from the fact that life strives towards a goal and is determined by an aim. I do not believe that I am guilty here of playing with syllogisms. We grant goal and purpose to the ascent of life, why not to the descent? The birth of a human being is pregnant with meaning, why not death? For twenty years and more the growing man is being prepared for the complete unfolding of his individual nature, why should not the older man prepare himself twenty years and more for his death? Of course, with the zenith one has obviously reached something, one is it and has it. But what is attained with death? 804 At this point, just when it might be expected, I do not want suddenly to pull a belief out of my pocket and invite my reader to do what nobody can do-that is, believe something. I must confess that I myself could never do it either. Therefore I shall certainly not assert now that one must believe death to be a second birth leading to survival beyond the grave. But I can at least mention that the consensus gentium has decided views about death, unmistakably expressed in all the great religions of the world. One might even say that the majority of these religions are complicated systems of preparation for death, so much so that life, in agreement with my paradoxical formula, actually has no significance except as a preparation for the ultimate goal of death. In both the greatest living religions, Christianity and Buddhism, the meaning of existence is consummated in its end.
— Carl Gustav Jung
Jung refuses, at the hinge of the argument, to do what the reader most wants him to do — produce a belief, offer a framework, deliver something the intellect can hold onto and call reassurance. That refusal is the most honest sentence in the passage. Most preparation-for-death thinking is a species of the same hope: that if I understand the arc correctly, orient myself rightly, align my final decades with the descent's telos, I will arrive at death having already defused it. The preparation becomes the bypass. The great religions Jung invokes do exactly this — they are, as he says, complicated systems — elaborate structures built so that the unbearable terminal fact loses its sting before it arrives. He does not condemn them. He notes their consensus and lets it stand as evidence, not as authority.
What the passage actually opens is a question about whether preparation is genuinely different from avoidance. Jung wants it to be: the descending arc should carry its own dignity, its own intention. But the soul that prepares for death twenty years out is still, in some register, trying to make death something other than what it is. The final question — what is attained with death? — gets no answer. That silence is not a failure of nerve. It is the only intellectually honest position available, and Jung holds it without filling it.
Carl Gustav Jung·The Structure and Dynamics of the Psyche·1960