Publications
Image Courtesy of: Olga Tutunaru
The Search for Truth
IT WAS THEN THAT THE FOX APPEARED. "Good morning," said the fox. "Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing. "I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree." "Who are you?"
The Significance of Play
LATER JUNG WROTE, "The creative activity of imagination frees man from his bondage to the 'nothing but' and raises him to the status of one who plays. As Schiller says, 'Man is completely human only when he is at play"'
Image courtesy of Robert Collins.
Hosting the Psyche
IT WAS COLD THAT FALL, especially along the river. The threat of winter wind blew the fallen leaves in swirls at my feet. It was grey as well. A metallic hue hugged the city; the only sense of change was when the Grossmunster clicked from minute to hour and the echoing bells filled the air.