When the dragon came among us no one dared to oppose it. "Let it do what it wants," they said, "and it will leave us alone."But then the dragon ate the sun, and all life on earth began to die. Still, nobody made a move against it. Paralyzed by fear and despair, they counted the days until the end, or would have if there had been any more days and nights. But with the sun gone there was nothing left but perpetual darkness.
Where is the hero who will save us? We need a hero willing to seize the day, attack the dragon in his lair, split him from head to tail, and recover the sun, if it's recoverable. If there's no hero, then a band of brave men can do the job. In either case, we can't simply sit waiting for the same people who have allowed this intolerable situation to develop to help us.
Watercolor by Carl Gustav Jung, leaf 119 of "The Red Book." Click on the image for a larger view.
El Gato
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They have a reference copy at the local library here in PT. I sat with it once. Need to go back and sit with it again.
Blown away by his artistic vision and skill.
What a man!
I find the Red Book to be a mixed bag. Some of the artwork is awesomely powerful, some of it mediocre. The text -- Jung's internal journey -- is mostly indecipherable, like the shapeless ranting of a lunatic. Every once in a while, something profound jumps out at you, but mostly it's gibberish to anyone except the guy who wrote it.
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