It is the next note that makes sense of this note. It is the shift, the transition from one note to the next that makes the melody. If only now exists, if the past is no longer here and the future is just a projection of past experience, what is music? A representation of the…
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I was reading an earlier post in my blog that felt as it had been written by somebody else. A ‘past me’ that exists no more, not because I no longer subscribe my own opinions, but because the language and reasoning sound… distant. I look at my hands typing. Are they mine? They belong to…
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I am fascinated by idealisation, the way the mind changes reality to suit its needs. We have limited senses and a limited capacity to interpret the inputs we receive, with which our mind must draw a picture of our surrounding reality. Our mental representation is our only reality. Things are as they are, but not…
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(continues from here; begins here) To come here in the mornings to sit before this Rothkian void. A filled void that contains everything. The narrator wonders, do I care? But there is nothing to care about or not, there is nothing to feel. That seems to belong to another reality. Here is everything that is.…
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Projections are my favourite psychological phenomenon. The transfer of part of our unconscious content to another being. That transfer of energy occurs from one part of our mind to another part of our mind. It is not really externalised. The external ‘hook’ does not demand projection, it mostly remains unaware. The part of our mind…
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One of the most repeated sentences in my school was “You shall love your neighbour as yourself”. As a child I always thought the difficult part was to love others, taking for granted that I would always love myself. With time I realised that loving oneself was the toughest half of the sentence and an…
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I’m a CreepI’m a weirdoWhat the hell am I doin’ hereI don’t belong here Radiohead, Creep For many years I felt like this, in a life that now seems a million years ago, as if I were someone else back then. I felt different from ‘the others’, I wouldn’t fit. I reached the conclusion that…
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In the old days we didn’t have so much information at hand. It was easier to have an opinion that was not necessarily supported by facts. It was the opinion we wanted to have, or rather the one we needed to have at the time. Now, with everything there is to know in our cell…
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Moral principles make a society cohesive. They provide a set of basic rules that are necessary for us to thrive as a group. I recently read a piece about the need to stand for our principles. But what does it mean to stand by my principles? It sounds as though they might be confronted; otherwise,…
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I feel comfortable participating in our little introvert and ‘mystic’ community, it provides me with a strange, possibly illogical, feeling of belonging. Maybe this is the reason why I was profoundly upset after reading tweets from people who negate the mere existence of the coronavirus or openly say they have no interest in getting a…
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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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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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A beautiful, sunny day that somehow feels so heavy in our hearts. In these moments of uncertainty… no, wait. When did we have certainty? When were we able to foretell the future in such a reliable way that it would make us say the future is now uncertain? The future is always uncertain. Well, I guess…
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As the world hides itself behind a mask, a wall or a border, I wonder if this infection will not push us all into an introverted utopia (or dystopia, depending on the point of view). Working from home, if not fully locked at home, no physical contact allowed, 1-2 metres of minimum personal space! Ah,…
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It must have been more than 20 years ago, one of the last small things that my brothers and I did together, before each of us went our separate ways. We got up in the morning and brought our cereals to the living room to watch some anime on TV, as we did in the…
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What we are pleased to call illusion may be for the psyche an extremely important life-factor, something as indispensable as oxygen for the body—a psychic actuality of overwhelming significance. Carl G. Jung, Practice of Psychotherapy Heart failure is the final consequence of heart disease. It basically represents the inability of the heart to contract or…
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When I was reading Jung’s Memories, Dreams and Reflections, I was fascinated by how he presented the Age of Enlightenment. Coming out of the Middle Ages, in which religion predominated, Western civilisation pushed for a more preponderant role of reason. The pendulum has swung so far to the other side that we have come to…
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Oh, the passengerHe rides and he ridesHe looks through his windowWhat does he see?He sees the silent hollow skyHe see the stars come out tonightHe sees the city’s ripped backsidesHe sees the winding ocean driveAnd everything was made for you and meAll of it was made for you and me‘Cause it just belongs to you…
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Of the many things that can be, that can exist, only a few do exist. Only a few come to be. The rest of possibilities remain as just that: possibilities. Every time a choice is made, thousands, millions of possibilities disappear. Possibilities that existed, even if only in theory, and will exist no more if…
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The Introverted Tree 