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Lately, psychology has become characterized by a peculiar paradox: there is such an increase in the academic activities that go by the name “psychology” that even the best informed among the psychologists are no longer able to oversee and to integrate the booming business this scholarly discipline has developed into.1 Approaches within psychology range from philosophical to neurological, from clinical to evolutionary, each of them being divided in ever increasing and often warring factions. Topics psychologists occupy themselves include advertising through teaching and orgasms to bereavement and fundamentalism. And there seems no end to the diversity psychology has grown into. If I take as an example one of the subfields I have been involved in myself (“psychology of religion”), I have often witnessed prominent colleagues in psychology not even being aware of the existence of this subfield, today booming as so many other parts of psychology (e.g., Miller, 2012; Paloutzian & Park, 2013; Pargament, 2013). Psychology has become an enormous enterprise, in which more researchers, practitioners, publishers, and organizations are busy than ever before. But has this expansion in fact provided answers to questions at the heart of our discipline about what it means to be human? Are we today in a better position to answer Sophocles’ poetically phrased question:

Numberless are the world’s wonders, but none
More wonderful than man; the stormgray sea
Yields to his prows, the huge crests bear him high;
Earth, holy and inexhaustible, is graven
With shining furrows where his plows have gone
Year after year, the timeless labor of stallions.
The lightboned birds and beasts that cling to cover,
The lithe fish lighting their reaches of dim water,
All are taken, tamed in the net of his mind;
The lion on the hill, the wild horse windy-maned,
Resign to him; and his blunt yoke has broken
The sultry shoulders of the mountain bull.
Words also, ant thought as rapid as air,
He fashions to his good use; statecraft is his,
And his the skill that deflect the arrows of snow,
The spears of winter rain: from every wind
He has made himself secure––from all but one:
In the late wind of death he cannot stand.
O clear intelligence, force beyond all measure!
O fate of man, working both good and evil!
When the laws are kept, how proudly his city stands!
When the laws are broken, what of his city then?
Never may the anarchic man find rest at my hearth,
Never be it said that my thoughts are his thoughts.
(From Antigone, lines 278–300)

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