I'll just keep posting screwy stuff until I do. Since I don't have anything screwball-worthy of my own to say, here's more from Carl Jung:
Somewhere deep in the
background I always knew that I was two persons. One was the son
of my parents, who went to school and was less intelligent, attentive,
hard-working, decent, and clean than many other boys. The other
was grown up-old, in fact-skeptical, mistrustful, remote from the
world of men, but close to nature, the earth, the sun, the moon, the
weather, a living creatures, and above all close to the night, to
dreams, and to whatever "God" worked directly in him. I put "God"
in quotation marks here. For nature seemed, like myself, to have
been set aside by God as non-divine, although created by Him as
an expression of Himself. Nothing could persuade me that "in the
image of God" applied only to man. In fact it seemed to me that the
high mountains, the rivers, lakes, trees, flowers, and animals far
better exemplified the essence of God than men with their
ridiculous clothes, their meanness, vanity, mendacity, and abhorrent
egotism-all qualities with which I was only too familiar from myself,
that is, from personality No. 1, the schoolboy of 1890. Besides his
world there existed another realm, like a temple in which anyone
who entered was transformed and suddenly overpowered by a
vision of the whole cosmos, so that he could only marvel and
admire, forgetful of himself. Here lived the "Other," who knew God
as a hidden, personal, and at the same time suprapersonal secret.
Here nothing separated man from God; indeed, it was as though
the human mind looked down upon Creation simultaneously with
God.
background I always knew that I was two persons. One was the son
of my parents, who went to school and was less intelligent, attentive,
hard-working, decent, and clean than many other boys. The other
was grown up-old, in fact-skeptical, mistrustful, remote from the
world of men, but close to nature, the earth, the sun, the moon, the
weather, a living creatures, and above all close to the night, to
dreams, and to whatever "God" worked directly in him. I put "God"
in quotation marks here. For nature seemed, like myself, to have
been set aside by God as non-divine, although created by Him as
an expression of Himself. Nothing could persuade me that "in the
image of God" applied only to man. In fact it seemed to me that the
high mountains, the rivers, lakes, trees, flowers, and animals far
better exemplified the essence of God than men with their
ridiculous clothes, their meanness, vanity, mendacity, and abhorrent
egotism-all qualities with which I was only too familiar from myself,
that is, from personality No. 1, the schoolboy of 1890. Besides his
world there existed another realm, like a temple in which anyone
who entered was transformed and suddenly overpowered by a
vision of the whole cosmos, so that he could only marvel and
admire, forgetful of himself. Here lived the "Other," who knew God
as a hidden, personal, and at the same time suprapersonal secret.
Here nothing separated man from God; indeed, it was as though
the human mind looked down upon Creation simultaneously with
God.
I knew from experience that God was not offended
by any blasphemy, that on the contrary He could even encourage it
because He wished to evoke not only man's bright and positive
side but also his darkness and ungodliness. . . .
by any blasphemy, that on the contrary He could even encourage it
because He wished to evoke not only man's bright and positive
side but also his darkness and ungodliness. . . .
Comment