I guess I have spent a lot of time thinking about this lately but it really boggles my mind how many people essentially believe that they are nothing at all, just some accidental series of signals. It’s unfathomably bizarre to me because it’s like, what to these people think about when they remember their dreams?

The magical principles of the psyche aren’t that hard to grasp, but we’ve turned feigning ignorance about it into a game: we’ll criticise others for “not having an inner voice” but then say that hearing voices is a sign of madness. We’ll pretend sympathetic magic is lunacy but then run the tap while sitting on the toilet so that the sound of running water helps us pee. We’ll pretend ritualization achieves nothing but then look forward to our initiation and graduation ceremonies as important milestones.

It’s tiresome. Jung was conflating psychology to alchemy a hundred years ago, and yet here we are in a euphoric world.