the jungian concept of the collective unconscious
is quiet simply bogus... why?
it would mean that no one in the rest of us
would or wouldn't know whether they were
capable of being... plumber!
i find the jungian version of "events"
as scary as communism,
it just means: a retardation of
darwinism - it means a loss of consciousness -
you do know, that jung is a covert
communist, right?
i find it strange that a collectivist
unconsciousness does not allow me to
engage with whoever i like in the dream world...
why is it, that i can't dream up:
anyone i like?
why am i not a magician in the medium,
pulling a black 12 incher from a top-hat
instead of a rabbit?! as usual: no answer.
a ******* **** in the wind,
a persian falafel in a turkish kebab,
a piece of broccoli in a cauliflower salad...
an eskimo in a sand dune,
about as weird as a zebra among pandas.
so we're collectively unconscious of
each of us are doing?!
so the plumber doesn't know
why he's a plumber, nonetheless,
he's content with being human, and being part
of the great extract of the universe,
and the subsequent per se,
and he's not ******* at anything
akin to the exceptionalism of an einstein?!
wow!
what, an, exceptional, observation!
scary to endorse the psychiatric collectivism
of jung, and oppose the economic collectivism
of marx...
in both instance: we're all apparently
going to succeed!
but one thing is for sure:
we're not sleeping walking into one of them...
oh... right... we are...
no wonder the circus is dead;
because when i think of a collective
unconscious i start thinking along the lines
of: there is someone, out there,
who's a walt disney,
who doesn't actually think / imagine
himself as being a plumber...
and then he does a las vegas on
the stage, and he gambles it right...
which is why i can't actually understand
jung without understanding communism,
and why anyone would an essential part
of freud, to replace it with jungian
ideology, and not accept some minor form
of communism...
the collective unconscious...
that's a truly unfathomable compound
of words these days...
so we're all sleeping, or?
we're all awake?
in the collective array of stratas i already
"knew" i was to be a plumber,
the poor ****** next to me,
already "knew" he was to be a politician?
oh, right, it was in the unconscious
medium, so we won't actually "know"...
jung was a ******* communist however
you like it or not...
and freud was just the instigator
of the *****-industry,
a monolithic capitalist of the *******
agency of the base construct:
skyscrapers are not, an, accident;
and i do abide by the law of necessary
correction,
i probably have made a mistake -
it, whatever ill i've said,
nonetheless is wed to the already prefaced
intro to:
i find the collective unconscious
a dire play on words,
that shies away from the politico dynamic
of communism...
by suggesting, that when all said and done:
the plumber has no knowledge of
being a plumber, rather "thinking" himself
being a zookeeper!
oh ****... i must be *******...
but i just watched the plumber do the zookeeper's
job, of teaching the gorilla sign language,
"telling" the gorilla: i, think, yer, deaf.