Whatever one says about the human soul—if it hits its mark at all—will be both right and wrong. Psychological material is so complex that every statement is inadequate. We can no more stand back from the psyche and look at it objectively than we can get away from ourselves. If we are anything we are psyche. And, because the unconscious makes relative every formulation of consciousness by complementing it with an opposite and equally valid position, no psychological statement can have certainty. The truth remains uncertain, since death the only certainty does not reveal its truth. Human frailty nowhere sets more the limits to a work than in psychology. The choice then becomes: stop speaking in wisdom or speak out anyway in consciousness of folly.

A dream:

I am George W. Bush and I am in the White House. It is night, and I am walking through the living quarters. It is as though I have left my office at night and am walking through the corridor of the family living quarters. On the right are the bedrooms of my daughters, and they are getting ready to go out. I continue walking to my wife’s bedroom. I have on my suit. I walk into her bedroom, and then into her closet/changing area, and she has on a garter/bra frilly black sexy outfit—and its Laura Bush. Her legs are large, but she looks good in this outfit, trying to look very sexy—and as I continue to look my vision changes and her legs become thinner and she looks even more sexy, and I walk up to her to hug and kiss her, putting my crotch up close to hers, and I feel very hot and horny. This feels erotic and good here in this closet/changing room.

The Collective Dreaming Project

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