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Carl Jung’s Autobiography

Carl Jung

The meaning of my existence is that life has addressed a question to me. Or, conversely, I myself am a question which is addressed to the world, and I must communicate my answer, for otherwise I am dependent upon the world’s answer. That is a suprapersonal life task, which I accomplish only by effort and with difficulty.
— Jung

Overview:

Without a doubt, this was my favorite of Jung’s writings. His work, as much of a vast system as it now comprises, was always personal. His project was always his own lived experience. Reading his autobiography situates his broad work in the curious, sometimes mad, human mind it came from.

He offers a myth, his myth, that gives humans a significant seat in the process of evolution. I’m skeptical of anything that claims significance for humans, but it’s fascinating:

“…man is indispensable for the completion of creation; that, in fact, he himself is the second creator of the world, who alone has given to the world its objective existence - without which, unheard, unseen, silently eating, giving birth, dying, heads nodding through hundreds of millions of years, it would have gone on in the profoundest night of non-being down to its unknown end. Human consciousness created objective existence and meaning, and man found his indispensable place in the great process of being.”

Others might say all we’ve done is profoundly fucked up the silent grace & unfolding of things by creating threats to the fabric of the Universe itself (in the forms of nuclear bombs and environmental degradation), but entertaining both perspectives simultaneously is better than one without the other.