I can't help but feel like Jung's description of Si says nothing, like a lot of descriptive language dancing around nothing. One can be so entranced by the dance they may forget there isn't a fire in the center. This is a lame example of how my mind perceives. I read the Jung Si descriptions (or listen to them) and in my mind I start seeing people in hoods dancing around what I presume to be a fire. One of them turns to face me and removes his hood. He has no eyes, but then behind him I see there is no fire. Even as the dance became more elaborate I always assumed there was a fire. This sounds like Ni according to Jung, but he doesn't know my Ni is my role. It's a lame image as empty as what it exposes, a projection of my own emptiness upon the world. The image formed because I am nothing and I perceive everything to also be nothing.
Earlier as @
Tallmo noted I unfairly judged Jung, and this is because I project my judgments of myself onto everything.
I see no magic in the world and I ask it over and over, make it magical, make me believe. Now THAT I see as
DS. I once wrote, "write me a different way to see the world, write me a story, sing me a song, because it just goes on and on." It does. In
DS descriptions I remember it saying they see no novel pursuits in life, and I don't see any. I don't see a world of possibilities in my everyday life, I see a dead end I can't stop heading towards even though I know it's a dead end.