The Atlas and Dr. Jung

"𝑶𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒏".

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈

Throughout most, if not all my youth, I praised the intellect as the pinnacle of evolution.

Such a powerful muscle; an endless vehicle of synthesis and imagination. I grew up in total awe of it's malleable strength.

With it and through it's master-child, language, I could invent the most fantastic ideas; persuade, emote and deconstruct left and right.

I could with words, hold the horizon between my fingers, bend it like a bow and fly inside a luminous vortex of unbridled imagination.

Yet, it is at the end a muscle designed to help us stay alive and with that, like with any given radio, comes a limited range.

While completing the Atlas with my bare hands for instance, I understood that the very struggle I was hoping to decipher and expose, only became evident when I shifted the position of the light rays.

Light coming from underneath -as depicted below- manifests the tension of Atlas' struggle to a point I could never imagine with words. Magic has a way to present itself in between words.

Could it be that only a light coming from below, from darkness itself, would grant us the gift of endurance?

Could it be that one can only find a true light in the deepest of struggles?

What is life then, if not a perfect ever-changing equation, purposefully designed to help us walk into a perpetual meadow of light as long as we dare to face absolute darkness.

The paradox of life reaches then its simplest form; liberation can only be reached once we're ready, once we understand the dark maze of time and space.

In any case, Dr. Jung was right. A hand... is one crazay magical wand.

𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵2𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳... 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥 + 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 + 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥.