Saturday, February 21, 2009
I found the two glossy cards seen above at a downtown coffeehouse. As an ex-Catholic these remind me of prayer cards depicting various saints.
I’ve got nothing against Carl Jung; somewhere in this rambling mess that dominates my apartment is a copy of FLYING SAUCERS: A Modern Myth of Things Seen in the Skies. But the photos used on the promotional cards are so reverential that -- at least to my jaded mind’s eye -- they smack of religiosity.
I hope that after I shed my mortal coil that people won’t idealize me, promulgating all sorts of hagiographic works.
On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t worry about that at all, especially with the devout Carl Jung followers in Vermont.
Posted by Ray Palm (Ray X) at 12:21 AM