“Complete human beings are exceptions. It is true that an overwhelming majority of educated people are fragmentary personalities and have a lot of substitutes instead of the genuine goods.”
–Carl Jung
Thinking about “the goods”:
These days I innately feel the things I used to study with books. As a younger man I knew that paradox was the key to understanding the fierce problem of life and of mind. But I grasped this in the manner of a developing personality and not as a deeper quality of imagination and intuition.
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I talked more back then.
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In my twenties I worked very hard to shape a persona.
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I liked the masks of Yeats more than the poetry.
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“Hey kid, how do you like it, there, in your germ state?”
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The older one who feels the paradoxes of mind and body without staged or dramatic ironies is trustworthy. But his humor must be intact and he must be unperturbed by his own uselessness. Note to self: get used to the company which is exile. Got that?
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Loving. Suffering. Weeping in the transitions. Life is simply a lacerated fullness. (Neruda). I cannot explain it to you, but its best to live close to the water. The fish are swept clean in the shallows. I cannot explain it to you.
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All true consciousness ordains its own departures. Make a joke out of that big Man!
Fine: I’ll make a joke. Let the charlatans come to my funeral. Let them wear what they like. The last thing anyone remembers is his life.
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Today was a beautiful day although it rained some. I remembered that paradox is a possible blue.
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My inner conflicts promise some valuable results. I don’t have to think about it much. I cannot explain it to you.
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Twilight. Disappearances. Moon behind cloud. Now we can stop thinking. Its enough to be sad and rich in your house.
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 