Rereading Jung

Psychology has deemed that we live from crisis to crisis, and that paradise, the world we've been given, has become, or is in the process of becoming, uninhabitable.

Has a male ever served as a muse? Perhaps, but there are not nearly as many male muses as there are women. If the poet looks "at the world as a man looks at a woman," as the male poet put it, the poet puts himself in the position of being both muse and poet, which many deem untenable.

Jung's out walking in his garden. A woman, wealthy beyond belief, a favored patient, walks with him. She's troubled, anxious, unhappy and has come to Switzerland for therapy. Jung listens as she pours out her heart to him, walking and smoking his pipe, hoping she won't step on his herb garden.

This is to be continued.