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This book is a timeless classic that had a significant impact on deepening my understanding of the masculine. Published in 1990, King, Warrior, Magician, Lover introduces readers to the concept of mature masculine archetypes and their immature shadows. The authors, Robert Moore and Douglas Gillette, focus on the four predominant archetypes indicated in the title, which ideally overlap and enrich one another.
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