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An Unveiling 53<br />
still devout, and asked God’s forgiveness. Looking up, I pleaded,<br />
‘Show me the way.’ Overcome by emotion, I imagined God defecating<br />
on my head.”<br />
“Something like Jung’s vision?” I asked, moved. 55<br />
“Very much so,” said Brillig, “only in my case it was certainly<br />
chicken shit.”<br />
“Holy cow,” I said.<br />
“Well,” said Brillig, “that was it, my epiphany. In that moment I<br />
knew what was meant by grace. God was not dead. 56 Nor was he<br />
out there, he was inside.”<br />
“But . . . but the droppings came from above,” I pointed out.<br />
“Only figuratively speaking,” said Brillig. “Nothing actually fell<br />
on me. It was a vision. It all took place in my head.”<br />
“I see . . .”<br />
“Most of all, perhaps, I felt an enormous relief. Yes, I was sinful,<br />
but I was not alone. God was with me. And to prove his humanity,<br />
to let me in on his little secret, as it were, he graced me<br />
with a bit of his shadow. It was also the clue to my direction.”<br />
I raised my eyebrows.<br />
“You see,” said Brillig, “in all the turmoil since returning from<br />
Europe I had quite forgotten the piece of stone I had run off with in<br />
Upper Kraznac. Struggling to make sense of my vision, I suddenly<br />
saw the connection and dug it out of my trunk. I kissed and fondled<br />
it and swore to honor its mystery.<br />
55 Jung’s vision came to him at the age of twelve, while he struggled with dark<br />
and sinful thoughts. He imagined God sitting far away in a clear blue sky on a<br />
golden throne, judging him. He prayed to know God’s will, then realized that God<br />
was testing him and he must think for himself:<br />
“I gathered all my courage, as though I were about to leap forthwith into hellfire,<br />
and let the thought come. I saw before me the [Basel] cathedral, the blue sky.<br />
God sits on His golden throne, high above the world—and from under the throne<br />
an enormous turd falls upon the sparkling new roof, shatters it, and breaks the<br />
walls of the cathedral asunder.” (Memories, Dreams, Reflections, p. 39)<br />
56 Brillig was alluding, of course, to Nietzsche’s famous remark in <strong>The</strong> Gay Science:<br />
“God is dead.” In a subsequent conversation not recorded here, Brillig said<br />
that years later, after reading Jung’s Answer to Job, it came to him that Nietzsche’s<br />
declaration was never meant to be taken literally, but was merely foreseeing the<br />
decay of the traditional concept of God, “due [said Brillig] to more and more people<br />
withdrawing the projection of their inner divinity onto an external authority.”