I’m reading Pilgrim by Timothy Findley currently. So far, I’m not that impressed. I’d sure like to know more about Carl Jung though, and he occasionally makes an appearance in this novel. Of course, being a novel, all to get is Findley’s own view of Jung. I akin the book to old dark wool suit on a rainy day. That’s how it feels. But here’s an excerpt:
Everyone is a liar – one way or another – to one degree or another. No one can tell the truth about themselves. It is quite impossible.
Something must always be justified. Always, something must be justified. we do each other dreadful harm because we refuse to justify the foibles of others – only our own.
One place to see this fact is while driving. Have you ever “D&*& you you M*(&^(& F^(*&^ you idiot don’t you know to LOOK before you do a lane change?” I’m sure you haven’t ever. No never! Ever ever. Performed a lane change not knowing there was a car in your own blind spot!
But here’s the rub: Traffic is one thing. But extend this principle into our broader lives, and you can see how our own limited scope, failure to see beyond ourselves, can hurt ourselves, in a mutual sense.
