Land of the Rising Sun
“The sunrise in these latitudes was a phenomenon that overwhelmed me anew every day. The drama of it lay less in the splendor of the sun’s shooting up over the horizon than in what happened afterward. … Gradually the swelling light seemed to penetrate into the very structure of objects, which became illuminated from within until at last they shone translucently, liked bits of colored glass. Everything turned to flaming crystal. At such moments I felt as if I were inside a temple. It was the most sacred hour of the day. I drank in this glory with insatiable delight, “
Carl Jung, Memories and Reflections, 1925 (84)
Saturday morning on the path through farmland to Bridgetown
Land of the Rising Sun
“The sunrise in these latitudes was a phenomenon that overwhelmed me anew every day. The drama of it lay less in the splendor of the sun’s shooting up over the horizon than in what happened afterward. … Gradually the swelling light seemed to penetrate into the very structure of objects, which became illuminated from within until at last they shone translucently, liked bits of colored glass. Everything turned to flaming crystal. At such moments I felt as if I were inside a temple. It was the most sacred hour of the day. I drank in this glory with insatiable delight, “
Carl Jung, Memories and Reflections, 1925 (84)
Saturday morning on the path through farmland to Bridgetown