To Eugen Bohler
Dear friend, 25 February 1960
It is time I gave you some news of my existence.
I am now well enough to write letters again.
On Jan. 23rd I had a slight embolism followed by not too severe heart cramps.
I was under house arrest for a month, forbidden all mental activity, i.e., active concentration.
However, it didn’t stop me from my long planned (renewed) reading of Buddhist texts, whose content I am leaving to simmer inside me.
Thanks to my isolation I have been slipping away from the world and holding converse not with the men of today but with voices long past.
On my return to the 2oth century I discovered that I have heard nothing from you.
Therefore I wanted to notify myself that it was I who was fetched out of the present and transported into the neighbourhood of the Bardo, which always happens when I hear such a distinct memento mori.
I am sufficiently restored to health to go, with luck, to Lugano this Saturday in the hope of heedless and deedless days in the blessed sun.
Hoping to see you again when I get back,
C.G. Jung ~Carl Jung, Letters Vol. II, Page 544.