In Totem and Taboo, Freud writes that magic, like religion, and science is a technique for gaining mastery of the world. But the world of Magic Man, is neither the religious world nor the scientific world. The technique corresponds to the world it operates on. The world that Magic Man experiences is not a real world. It takes a Scientific Man to experience reality. In a real world time matters, in an unreal world it doesn't. For Magic Man there is no space of time between here and there.

It is upon that space of time that reality and the unreal are hinged. From the perspective of Scientific Man, there has always been one world, the real one, and Magic Man and Religious Man simply misperceived reality. But human experience remains both real and unreal; Magic Man does not go away, he just resides in the basement. Development is repression.

The human body must repress itself to realize itself. Repression does not eliminate the repressed, it merely dominates it, and domination is a temporary condition; the repressed desires return. Despite the grip of Scentific Man, the human body of experience remains simultaneously real and unreal. There is no human experince free of fantasy. To understand the human is to understand the fantastic.

A beautiful lavender sunrise on Harris Creek this morning and reports of possible rain which is sorely needed. Magic Man made like rain to make it rain; to imitate a process is to induce it. This world is not magic and so I sit and wait. That's the problem with reality. It doesn't respond to human wishes; it is precisely the "immovable object." The real world does not respond to human emotion. How is it that this oh so emotional subject comes to find her/himself in a world that is absolutely indifferent to emotion?

The ideal subject in a real world is a subject free of emotion. Emotion is the impediment to the harmony of a conceptual subject in world of conceptual objects; nothing but concepts, not an image anywhere. But the ideal subject would not be human and so the human subject remains in a dilemma. Our progess gets us nowhere; there is nothing to learn from history except that history repeats itself.

We are supposed to worship "the struggle." It is the game of life against death. It is a game that perpetuates itself by opposing itself. The desire that fuels the ego project is the desire to perpetuate the polarized body; to refrain from solving the problem. It's the problem that provides the pleasure and the pain.

The project is imperialistic, the incorporation of unconscious process into the conscious system, to radiate the light of consciousness into the blackness of the unconscious, until there is no blackness left, except in that tiny hole in the system. As the conscious body expands and the unconscious process shrinks, the hole of darkness draws the light into it with ever greater strength, until at that moment when the conscious system is at the apex of its power and the light goes out.

When the lights go out, when the curtain comes down, that's death, isn't it? When the light does not come back on the dreamer remains in the dream. There is no awakening, neither analyst nor analysand, neither suffering patient nor healing doctor; the disease has vanished. But the dream remains and implied within the dream process itself is the map maker, the creator of systems. Does the light go out, only to come back on again?

Our night-time dreams reveal the unconscious process to the day-time analyst. If the dreamer emerges from the dream, he/she can see the unconscious process as it appears within the light of the system. The awakened dreamer can see the unconscious process operating within the conscious system. The content of the night-time dream is from the system; it is what the dream process, the unconscious process, does to that content that is significant to an awakened dreamer. The dream process decomposes ideas into images.