There was confusion and frustration and chaos in all of the inner
worlds. The war had waged for eons, to no avail.
The twelve archetypes finally cried out in despair. Who can lead us?
Who among us is our leader???
Just then, a brilliant light shown upon them, and they were frightened.
What, then, is this that shines as the noon day sun? They asked in
unison, huddled together and cowering.
Do not be afraid. It is I, that which is perfect among you, that which
is all of you, and yet but one.
And, as the story goes, the twelve bowed down to the youngest one in
their midst. And at last, there was peace and joy.