|Jung illustrated the Red Book himself --|
This is an example of his original artwork.
As I was reading, I turned to my own passion -- the wonders of creative sexuality. I was reminded that I can't be more myself than when I am sexually intimate, whether alone or with a partner. Accepting the sexual creativity we carry within us is akin to accepting our whole selves.
While reading the following from Jung's Red Book, I suddenly saw solo sex and individual fantasy as an inner light, a flame -- and though that isn't an image that's new to me, the following still held incredible power when viewed through that sexual filter:
The life of the solitary would be cold were it not for the immense sun, which makes the air and rocks glow. The sun and its eternal splendor replace for the solitary his own life warmth.
His heart longs for the sun.
He wanders to the lands of the sun.
He dreams of the flickering splendor of the sun, of the hot red stones spread out at midday, of the golden hot rays of the dry sand.
The solitary seeks the sun and no one else is so ready to open his heart as he is. Therefore he loves the desert above all, since he loves its deep stillness.
Then further down the page...
You think that the solitary is poor. You do not see that he strolls under laden fruit trees and that his hand touches grain a hundredfold. Under dark leaves the overfull reddish blossoms swell toward him from abundant buds, and the fruit almost bursts with thronging juices. Fragrant juices drip from his trees and under his feet thrusting seed breaks open.
Thank you, Jung.
Folks, go and have sex. With yourself or with others.
Being alone isn't barren. Be you.