Status Updates From We Are the Light

As I lay in bed, replaying dinner, I started to see my mother's grin as something akin to a wolf's smile, and then I was seeing blood dripping from her mouth, which seemed ridiculous to me, so I wiped it from my mind and tried to picture what she had actually looked like.

"Smug" was the word I came up with.

Or maybe "satisfied."

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...Sometimes I sit right there all alone at the kitchen table for an entire silent hour, doing nothing but recovering.

I have never felt like a good man after speaking with my mother.

Never.

Not even once.

'Telling the unprepared & the uninitiated could literally render them insane,' Darcy argued. 'It's only for those who have eyes to see & ears to hear. The mystery is not for everyone. This is esoteric."

...'There will be a task,' Darcy says, 'and you will know it when you see it.'

"I think he meant that tragedy does funny things to the brain, which I don't have to tell you. I'm sure Jung would agree too."

I love you, Karl.
And I want to help you.
You can't hide in your home for the rest of your life.
You are not a shut-in; you just can't be.
Psyche keeps saying I need to break through your neurotic bubble of isolationism.

Before I even reach the first page, this book lit me up with:
—the six larges words atop the summary on the inner flap. (I did not read the summary. I don't want to know too much of anything before I start reading a book, watching a movie, going to a restaurant, or meeting a person.)
—The dedication: For the wise & generous Jungian who finally got me to click my heels together 3 times. Thank you.
—Carl
—Karl