To Aniela Jaffe
Dear Aniela, Bollingen, 29 May 1951
So it goes all the time: memories rise up and disappear again, as it
In this way I have landed the great whale; I mean “Answer to Job.”
I can’t say I have fully digested this tour de force of the unconscious.
It still goes on rumbling a bit, rather like an earthquake.
I notice it when I am chiseling away at my inscription (which has made good progress).
Then thoughts come to me, as for instance that consciousness is only an organ for perceiving the fourth dimension, i .e., the all-pervasive meaning, and itself produces no real ideas.
I am getting much better.
Only my sleep is still rather delicate.
I oughtn’t to talk much, or intensely.
Luckily occasions for this are rare.
How are you?
I hope you are not overstraining yourself at the Institute.
I won’t make any false promises about a visit from you, but I am thinking of it.
Meanwhile with cordial greetings,
C. G. ~Carl Jung, Letters Vol. II, Pages 16-17.