Dear Miss Oakes,
Since you want to hear my opinion about your essay on the stone, I should say that I find it a bit to intellectual, as it considers the thought-images only, but as I have already called your attention to its ambiente I miss the all-important feeling tone of the phenomenon….
If you want to do justice to the stone you have to pay particular attention to the way in which it is embedded in its surroundings: the water, the hills, the view, the peculiar atmosphere of the buildings, the nights and days, the seasons, sun, wind and rain, and man living close to the earth and yet remaining conscious in daily meditation of everything being just so.
The air round the stone is filled with harmonies and dis-harmonies, with memories of times long ago, of vistas into the dim future with reverberations of a faraway, yet so-called real world into which the stone has fallen out of nowhere. A strange revelation and admonition. Try to dwell in this wholeness for a while and see what happens to you.
Sincerely yours, C.G. Jung [Letter Dated October 3, 1957]