The Spinning Top

After reading Jung’s book on Dreams, I now tend to see all the characters in my dreams as part of me. Even if they look different, played by different “actors”, they are all me. Little parts of me who, together, constitute the whole of me. I had this same feeling when I read Demian (Hesse)…

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Trailing behind

Trailing behind. Trailing behind. Trailing behind… but do I actually want to keep the pace? A few years ago, I felt as I had fallen off the train. My train. I still have the mental image in my mind: a meadow with short grass, the empty rails, the sunset, silence. Nothing. I just looked at…

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Steppenwolf

“Most people have no desire to swim until they are able to.” Isn’t that a laugh? Of course they don’t want to swim! After all, they were born to live on dry land, not in water. Nor, of course, do they want to think. They weren’t made to think, but to live! It’s true, and…

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Altruism or cowardice?

There are a few films that I try not to start watching when they are played on TV, because if I do, I usually have to watch them till the end. The Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, The Big Country, LOTR, Eight, The Philadelphia Story, Casablanca. I could watch them any time I wanted,…

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Imperfections

When I was a kid I always wanted my little possessions to be perfect. The tiniest imperfection bothered me and I was unable to see that the rest of whatever treasure was “perfect”. One day, it occurred to me that it was precisely that little imperfection that made that particular object unique, different from the…

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Androids and free will

In West World, androids are so perfected and the comparison to human characters is stretched so much that one does wonder what makes us human. For those of you who haven’t watched the series, West World is a theme park full of sophisticated androids (the “hosts”) that recreates the wild American West, as in a…

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The Anchorite

A succession of words does not have only one meaning. Carl G. Jung, The Red Book In one of my favourite chapters in the Red Book, Jung encounters (in his dreams or imagination) an anchorite living alone in the desert. He has a big book, a gospel of some kind, which he reads constantly, from…

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The mark of Cain

I finished Demian (Hermann Hesse) last week. Once again, it felt like leaving some of my best friends behind, those friends who do not exist but are alive in me. I was somewhat reluctant to reread this book, which had made such an impression on me when I was young, so many years ago. But,…

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