An Effort to Correlate William James and Carl Jung
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Carl Gustav Jung and William James
Modern Man is
Superman. He is Ape-man in making in cyclic order or disorder. Learning and
unlearning are also cyclic and at times it could be arduous to decide which
one is more difficult. The stream of consciousness does not decide the thought
process without an evocation. Politics is an integral part of poetry. The
conflict is observed and absorbed, but not necessarily resolved. Perception itself
is a resolution. Form is an embellishment. Naked truth is not a beauty, only
embellished truth is capable of creating the illusion which is loved by
egocentric psychopaths.
The alley is full
of rats and cockroaches. Some of them are metamorphosed. They seek inspiration
from the unknown, invisible pink unicorn. Terror and ugliness have the same
repercussions on egalitarians, humanist and even feminist. It attacks on the
shadow the existence of which is always deniable. The denied existence
culminates into collectiveness . The Sun does not sink at horizon alone. It
takes away the collective shadows and allows natural darkness to pervade.
The beauty of art
is in the unconscious mind of the beholder. He has no option but to appreciate
it. All ugliness when put together becomes a beautiful stream. The stream is
transient, to hold it one should practice transience. Art is reflection of
Ugly as Beauty. The weavers are forever doomed. If the mirror were broken the Lady of Shallot
would die, even without meeting her beloved.
Nothing is
ordinary. Ordinary cannot exist. The existence itself is an evidence of
extraordinariness. Though it does not matter that existence is hollow, so far art
of affectation is alive. This art is deeply seated in the collective
unconscious of Human Archetypes, which was either in the past or will take
birth in the future. In any case water is the house and wriggling is the fate.
The shadow is resurrected with fire out of ambers. Extinguishers have eternal
patience.
The gap between
what we are and what we ought to be is filled with stinking garbage. To remain
where you are is the safest way. Salvage is an act of imagination. It nourishes art. Meanwhile,
create art out of garbage around you, and someday you may cross the impassable
sea. It is possible that you will be disappointed
after reaching at the other end since the description of 'ought to be' is flexible.
Unlock the complex.
It is only in your mind. Simplicity is the key. Vision is obscured by
subjectivity. Search for your own answers, and you will find they corroborate with
the universal answer, codified in a Sanskrit or Latin verse.
Dark shades of
purple do not enchant a cat, especially the Black Cat. Her obsession with flash
is her void. Nothing would ever fill it. Take the chance, but do not admire. Do
not ride on her back, she has a tendency to jump from well to well.
All illuminated souls
dwell together. The wisdom acquired by them percolates through seven heavens.
Don't be a Banyan, be a leaf of grass. The intensity of receptiveness is more
important.
The elements never
betray, but senses may. Huge monstrous waves do not teach the same lessons as
ripples do. A gentle breath invigorates and a thunder tests your stamina.
(This is the
gist of preface of my forthcoming book. Please do not quote without permission)
© Vipin Behari Goyal
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