our greatest blessings come to us by way of madness Phaedr. 244a


Carl Jung

7 planets, 7 notes, 7 colors leaves us arguing is it blue or green.

That we (actually) see spectrum by its inherent energy isn't so surprising. Quanta. Bursts of change. (Though transformation can be sticky. So many variables. Shades and shadow. Bring me my individuation toolkit, James.) Thus, the model of the sudden aha between separate beings trying to share thought, or even a single mind grasping suddenly what was so elusive, isn't so very strange.

And that understanding becomes tool as well as filter. Light can be blinding.

But "cause", "effect" -- these are time and space bound, as is even the extrapolated idea of "creator" (with all its good /evil baggage). Because time and space are properties of (at one with) matter.

Being in the body is contingent on these circumstances.... though imagination can pierce that circumference. Perhaps.

Jung spoke about and from the human experience. Which is all we know or can know. Science and Art provide us with suspicions beyond this filter. Jung was simply applying these tools to the mind, taking the physician's toolkit (biology, physics) beyond mere flesh.

Hard, dissecting a living being.

That dream of his in adolescence of churches being shat on: important work. We're still vomiting up the apple.

Which is why I asked Mats what he meant by meaningful. There are so many ready to tell us, who insist to the point of blood. Jung was often warning about that tendency. The apple again. The one that gave us the power to be god. That divides the world in black and white. No end of high back boots, tall hats, burnings and beheadings (the ultimate shadow metaphor) inherent in that forbidden fruit.

BTW -- on the earlier Jung Circle, and "not being allowed to criticize" Jung. That was simply because we sought to build a comfortable house to apply, experience, and share. The other Jung houses were so quickly (and with great glee) burned down. (Did you read Kerr's book? Psychology and all its complexes.)

Where could the artists go to simply talk about their experience? We came together and drew a temenos and invited Dionysos in. Because, summoned or not, he is there. (Vocatus atqua non vocatus deus aderit, the phrase carved about Jung's door in Küsnacht.) Jung just asks us to consider that point. Be it in shared collective big dreams, Campbellian symbols, the wonder of Bruno's art of memory (bless you, Aby Warburg, the true ekphrasis -- which explains the neoplatonism of Jung), or even in the embrace of the best intentions of empiricism.

What a strange psychology to deny Psyche.