This book is an extraordinary piece of work.

It is dreams within dreams, highly poetic I should say, and most unlike the spontaneous products of the unconscious I am used to, although well-known

archetypal figures are clearly discernible.

The poetic genius has transformed this primordial material into almost musical shapes, just as, conversely, Schopenhauer understood music as the movement of archetypical ideas.

The principal formative factor seems to be a strong aesthetic tendency.

The reader is caught in an endlessly proliferating dream, in ever-expanding space and immeasurable depths of time.

On the other hand the cognitive element plays no significant role—it even recedes into a misty background, yet alive with the wealth of colourful images.

The unconscious or whatever we designate by this name presents itself to the author under its poetic aspect, while I .envisage it chiefly under its scientific and philosophical or, to be more accurate, its religious aspect.

The unconscious is surely the Fammeter, the Mother ot All !J.e., of all psychic life), being the matrix, background, and foundation of all the differentiated phenomena we call psychic—religion, science, philosophy, art.

The experience of the unconscious, whatever form it may take, is an approach to wholeness, the one experience lacking in our modern civilization.

It is the via regia to the Unus Mundus. Carl Jung, CW 18, Page 788