Chicken Little: The Inside Story (A Jungian ... - Inner City Books
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46 <strong>Chicken</strong> <strong>Little</strong>: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Inside</strong> <strong>Story</strong><br />
the world. Every morning at eight o’clock I go down to the post<br />
office to see what comes back. So far it’s been a fair exchange.”<br />
Brillig nodded, as if he already knew.<br />
I added knives and spoons to the tray and led the way upstairs to<br />
the sun room, Sunny at our heels.<br />
We munched in silence, overlooking the garden, as dawn broke.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a slight sprinkling of snow on the deck. Ice had formed<br />
on the plastic blanket covering the pool. <strong>The</strong> lone raccoon I called<br />
the Garden Bandit crouched forlornly on the fence. Black squirrels<br />
played hide-and-seek among the cedars. Two cardinals perched in<br />
the maple. Sunny rested her nose on my foot.<br />
Brillig began to speak of his past life.<br />
“While still quite young,” he said, “I had already experienced<br />
virtually every pleasure and disappointment, every happiness and<br />
every suffering which can befall a man. I could give you chapter<br />
and verse, but the details are tiresome to any but me and ultimately<br />
of little consequence. <strong>The</strong> repertory of possible happenings in a<br />
human life is fairly limited; it is enough to recognize the pattern.<br />
Suffice to say that one day I found myself completely disaffected, a<br />
victim of high living and what I thought of as the holy trinity of the<br />
North American ethic: ambition, competition, success.<br />
“I had entered the work force with an energetic zeal not uncommon<br />
among my generation, added to which was a desire to lead a<br />
meaningful and productive life. In short order I found that there<br />
were precious few outlets for its fulfillment. In those days it was<br />
child’s play to make a living. Anyone with a half decent education<br />
could do it. For my part, I yearned for ‘something else,’ but I had<br />
no idea what that might be. Is this, I asked myself, what turns men<br />
into hermits, vagrants, sheltered academics, mystics, artists? Of<br />
lucre there was no lack, it flowed like water from golden spigots,<br />
but food for the soul was harder to come by.<br />
“I quit the teaching post I held in a small town and journeyed to<br />
the city. I was appalled to find it even worse. I’m sure you know<br />
the opening lines of Rilke’s Notebook of Malte Laurids Brigge:<br />
‘People come here, then, to live? I should rather have thought they<br />
came here to die.’ I took this as my credo. Never mind that Rilke<br />
was a Dane in Paris and I was not. I too had been on the streets. I