The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
Happy Birthday Jessye Norman!
I think Linda Ronstadt is IEE-Fi. Her guy seems to be SLI-Te.
What a voice.
This gets stuck in my head quite often. I'm sure it means nothing to people who don't speak German and still nothing to most who do, considering the lyrics are one of Friedrich von Schiller's philosophical poems and possibly the densest of all of them. The music is a near-perfect convergence of creepy and beautiful, like basically all Novalis songs.
BLOOD FIRE DEATH
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
Always good to find new stuff
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
^ She didn’t need those guitars. Her face had my full attention.
“I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.”
― Clarice Lispector