Now he [Carl Jung] gathered up all his courage to consider an unheard-of blasphemy, as if it meant jumping into the abyss of hellfire and thereby forfeiting his soul’s eternal salvation.
In his imagination he saw before him the cathedral in Basel on a bright summer day, …
the cathedral, the blue sky. God sits on His golden throne, high above the world-and from under the throne an enormous turd falls upon the sparkling new roof, shatters it, and breaks the walls of the cathedral asunder.
So that was it! Gerhard Wehr, Jung: A Biography, Page 45