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Showing posts with label letters. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 11, 2017

Pauli, Jung, letters, quotes


Jung:
'We do not know whether what we on the empirical plane regard as physical may not, in the Unknown beyond our experience, be identical with what on this side of the border we distinguish from the physical as psychic. Though we know from experience that psychic processes are related to material ones, we are not in a position to say in what this relationship consists or how it is possible at all. Precisely because the psychic and the physical are mutually dependent it has often been conjectured that they may be identical somewhere beyond our present experience, though this certainly does not justify the arbitrary hypothesis of either materialism or spiritualism.'

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Jung:
'The radioactive nucleus is an excellent symbol for the source of energy of the collective unconscious, the ultimate external stratum of which appears an individual consciousness. As a symbol, it indicates that consciousness does not grow out of any activity that is inherent to it; rather, it is constantly being produced by an energy that comes from the depths of the unconscious and has thus been depicted in the form of rays since time immemorial.
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The center, or the nucleus, has always been for me a symbol of the totality of the psychic, as the conscious plus the unconscious, the center of which does not coincide with the ego as the center of consciousness, and consequently has always been perceived as being external.'
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Pauli:
"Modern microphysics turns the observer once again into a little lord of creation in his microcosm, with the ability (at least partially) of freedom of choice and fundamentally uncontrollable effects on that which is being observed. But if these phenomena are dependent on how (with what experimental system) they are observed, then is it not possible that they are also phenomena (extra corpus) that depend on who observes them (i.e., on the nature of the psyche of the observer)? And if natural science, in pursuit of the ideal of determinism since Newton, has finally arrived at the stage of the fundamental “perhaps” of the statistical character of natural laws … then should there not be enough room for all those oddities that ultimately rob the distinction between “physics” and “psyche” of all its meaning…?"
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Jung:
I would now like to propose that instead of “causality” we have “(relatively) constant connection through effect,” and instead of synchronicity we have (relatively) constant connection through contingency, equivalence, or “meaning.” '

Pauli, Jung, synchronicity, meaning

Monday, July 2, 2007

Dear Mr. van Gogh

Es ist kein Platz für Menschen auf der Erde. Sie machen zu viel Scheiß.
Jeder Tag ist ein Überraschungsei.

Dear Mr. Beethoven!

I cannot call you Ludwig, I am sorry, but our relationship is difficult as you know. I listen to you and you cannot hear my words. Today I am trying to see if you are fit for any words at all. You see, Mr. Vincent wanted to cut off his other ear today!

He does not listen. His only interest is to see what he wants to see. I followed him for a bit through a kind of revolving glass door . He kept going as if he knew where his way would lead to. He didn’t stop for one moment. I think he found it more than just hard to look around and see what I could see. But then, this goes for the other way round too.

And you? Though you are deaf and unwilling, you listen to your own music and you are probably as blind as Mr. Vincent. I am sorry to tell you. Now, don’t get that mad at me. You are throwing things again, no, not this glass please. Now look, all these shards here.

It is difficult. You know about all these magic tools of perception but you run away, spiralling out inside your inner universe. Don’t you realise that it is connected to mine whether you like it or not?

Seriously, you are one bit of a hot and noisy hellbender!
I’ll better approach you tomorrow again.



Dear Mr. Vincent!

Look if you don’t listen. Mr. Beethoven is mad with me. Why are you artists such a wonky lot? I don’t know how to do this. I know you, you know? But then, I guess it doesn’t matter really. Do I bore you?

Yes I know, you cannot wait for these fucking sunflowers. I didn’t have one summer in peace. When the full moon was up in the night, yellow, sensuous, lazy and fat, I could just wait for you howling at the sky, drunk, restless and full of an insatiable desire for sunflowers. When I was lusting for women, white bodies in the night, dark and secret triangles, soft breasts and whispered promises you interrupted my longing with your shouts and with your merciless dances.

Destruction must make your autumn possible, and when spiders bridge the golden light between windows and trees you are busy to burn out the skies with sunflower-whirlwinds.

Mr. Vincent, I don’t want to criticize you. I want you to talk to me.