Denny
Canned Monster
If a tree falls in the woods and lands on a dove and a bunny rabbit poops on it and then a bear poops on and wipes with the bunny rabbit can you hear the bunny cry and the bear laugh?
C.G. Jung, Memories, Dreams, ReflectionsAbout this time I had a dream which both frightened and encouraged me. It was night in some unknown place, and I was making slow and painful headway against a mighty wind. Dense fog was flying along everywhere. I had my hands cupped around a tiny light which threatened to go out at any moment. Everything depended on my keeping this little light alive. Suddenly I had the feeling that something was coming up behind me. I looked back, and saw a gigantic black figure following me. But at the same moment I was conscious, in spite of my terror, that I must keep my little light going through night and wind, regardless of all dangers. When I awoke I realized at once that the figure was a "specter of the Brocken," my own shadow on the swirling mists, brought into being by the little light I was carrying. I knew, too, that this little light was my consciousness, the only light I have. My own understanding is the sole treasure I possess, and the greatest. Though infinitely small and fragile in comparison with the powers of darkness, it is still a light, my only light.
If the brakes won't stop you something will !If you can’t turn, at least try to be able to stop.
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