I understand I am the driver. I also know that car and the map are beyond my comprehension.
My concept of god. A guiding force. Jung called it the collective unconscious. He was also the one who believed iron could be transformed into gold. Synchronicity and all that. Levels above his colleague and pioneer in defining “conscious vs. unconscious) Freud. Jung has a bigger canvas. There’s more craziness and more fun. I’m a Jung man. All man and his symbols and the like. Plato’s cavern part two.
The car I am driving is reaching orbital velocity. I am happy. I am alone. I am doing what I love most of the time. I am not seeking anything or anyone. I am here.
If that’s not the best closing… Aspirational. Functional. The end.
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