In "A Letter to Freud" dated Feb 1910
if you can find the whole letter it's very verbose and interesting
coming from a time when smileys hadn't been invented yet
and people still wrote 3 page letters to each other
"Jung's Blasphemy"
"...Of course I'd nitpick him on a few of his more flowery and apologist tones and tangents, but there's the quote for ya, and I am not transcribing any more because my transcription speed is abysmal with four finger typing and a small desk.
But 2000 years of Christianity can only be replaced by something equivalent. An ethical fraternity, with its mythical Nothing, not infused by any archaic-infantile driving force, is a pure vacuum and can never evoke in man the slightest trace of that age old animal power which drives the migrating bird across the sea and without which no irresistible mass movement can come into being...
we must give it time to infiltrate into people from many centres, to revivify among intellectuals a feeling for symbol and myth...to transform Christ back into the soothsaying god of the vine, which he was, and in this way absorb those ecstatic instinctual forces of Christianity for the one purpose of making the cult and the sacred myth what they once were - a drunken feast of joy where man regained the ethos and holiness of an animal...
A genuine and proper ethical development cannot abandon Christianity but must grow up within it, must bring to fruition its hymn of love, the agony and ecstasy over the dying and resurgent god, the mystic power of the wine, the awesome anthropophagy of the Last Supper - only this ethical development can serve the vital forces of religion..."
I have a very long story
about Jesus and that wine thing
but it must wait until I have money for the wine part,
and one on Pan (another of those dang fertility gods)
which is top secret
but includes a vast and rambling exposition
of the great influence goatboy has had on the world,
and why Christianity
is always trying to muttonize him.
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