I was just going through some old journals, looking at dreams from several years ago, and turning them into drawings. I’ll post some soon enough. I also happened across a passage from Jung’s autobiography that I liked enough to write down at the time, and it still makes some kind of sense to me right now. Maybe I should go back and read through that book again.

I too have this archaic nature, and in me it is linked with the gift — not always pleasant — of seeing people and things as they are. I can let myself be deceived from here to Tipperary when I don’t want to recognize something, and yet at bottom I know quite well how matters really stand. In this I am like a dog — he can be tricked, but he always smells it out in the end. This “insight” is based on instinct, or on a “participation mystique” with others.

That guy certainly knew a thing or two about things… Alright, time for bed!