Where is my mind?
Yesterday I received Libre Novus (The Red Book) and upon reading it I can see why there was a conflict as to release this publication or not.
On some levels of it, I refer to it as Jung's tapestry of insanity. That is, if one thinks of it as a journal. However, if this were to be a “book” one could better distance themselves from it—and see the larger context as to which it functions, and also see it follows a plot.
The plot is not one easily unidentified—it is both a product of its time—and timeless.
I will write more here, later.
However, I just wanted to jot down that which is immediately apparent to me:
It bears an uncanny resemblance to Finnegans Wake.
Let us celebrate!