The true way goes over a rope which is not stretched at any height but just above the ground. It seems more designed to make people stumble than to be walked upon. --F. Kafka--
Jung and The Dog Who Bled Stars
April 9, 2006February 26, 2006, must be around midnight.
I’ve been devouring a book lately.
It’s C. Jung’s autobio, “Memories, Dreams, Refelctions.” I have to admit that this has moved me. The “Early Years” and “School Years” are a “things to come” sort of thing.
It has brought to mind an old dream of mine. It has been burned into my mind somehow. It has never left me. I dreamed it 25 years ago.
The Dog Who Bled Stars. (more…)
