Digesting Jung: Food for the Journey - Inner City Books
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120 The Inflated Ego<br />
pens. The inflation has nothing to do with <strong>the</strong> kind of knowledge,<br />
but simply and solely with <strong>the</strong> fact that any new knowledge can so<br />
seize hold of a weak head that he no longer sees and hears anything<br />
else. He is hypnotized by it, and instantly believes he has solved <strong>the</strong><br />
riddle of <strong>the</strong> universe. But that is equivalent to almighty selfconceit.<br />
118<br />
An inflated consciousness is . . . . incapable of learning from <strong>the</strong><br />
past, incapable of understanding contemporary events, and incapable<br />
of drawing right conclusions about <strong>the</strong> future. It is hypnotized by itself<br />
and <strong>the</strong>re<strong>for</strong>e cannot be argued with. It inevitably dooms itself<br />
to calamities that must strike it dead. Paradoxically enough, inflation<br />
is a regression of consciousness into unconsciousness. This always<br />
happens when consciousness takes too many unconscious contents<br />
upon itself and loses <strong>the</strong> faculty of discrimination, <strong>the</strong> sine qua non<br />
of all consciousness. 119<br />
Every step toward greater consciousness creates a kind of Prome<strong>the</strong>an<br />
guilt. Through self-knowledge, <strong>the</strong> gods are, as it were,<br />
robbed of <strong>the</strong>ir fire; that is, something that was <strong>the</strong> property of unconscious<br />
powers is torn out of its natural context and subordinated<br />
to <strong>the</strong> whims of <strong>the</strong> conscious mind. The one who has “stolen” <strong>the</strong><br />
new knowledge becomes alienated from o<strong>the</strong>rs. The pain of this<br />
loneliness is <strong>the</strong> vengeance of <strong>the</strong> gods, <strong>for</strong> never again can one<br />
return to <strong>the</strong> fold. Prome<strong>the</strong>us’s punishment was to be chained to<br />
<strong>the</strong> lonely cliffs of <strong>the</strong> Caucasus, <strong>for</strong>saken of God and man. An eagle<br />
fed on his liver, and as much as was devoured during <strong>the</strong> day,<br />
that much grew again during <strong>the</strong> night.<br />
Fortunately, few of us have to go through all that. The ancient<br />
notion of <strong>the</strong> liver as <strong>the</strong> seat of <strong>the</strong> soul may linger on, but nowadays<br />
common sense and <strong>the</strong> reactions of o<strong>the</strong>rs to an assumed godlikeness<br />
are usually enough to bring one down to earth.<br />
However, <strong>the</strong>re is still <strong>the</strong> feeling of having been chosen, set<br />
118 “The Relations Between <strong>the</strong> Ego and <strong>the</strong> Unconscious,” Two Essays on Analytical<br />
Psychology, CW 7, par. 243, note 1.<br />
119 Psychology and Alchemy, CW 12, par. 563.