WRITINGS
"I had a dream. I found myself in a dirty, sooty city. It was night and winter; and dark and raining. I was in Liverpool. In the centre was a round pool; in the middle of it a small island. On it stood a single tree; a magnolia in a shower of reddish blossoms. It was as though the tree stood in the sunlight, and were, at the same time, the source of light. Everything was extremely unpleasant; black and opaque - just as I felt then. But I had a vision of unearthly beauty . . . and that’s why I was able to live at all.
Liverpool is the pool of life."
Carl Jung, Philosopher, 1961
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| The city waking up |
There is a spirit in this city that is contagious. You can put it down (many people do) but it will pick itself up, dust the dirt off and stand taller than ever before...
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