As I get deeper and deeper into the psychologist Carl Jung I understand more and more the curious condition of humans.
On the one hand we are proud rationalists, building cathedrals of logic and reason to explain the meaning of life, the universe, and everything and how we are rational agents as we plan our every move and our ideal society. On the other hand we are just a hop, skip, and a jump from our primitive ancestors who, as Jung writes, did not think they had "agency." For instance in The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious, p. 153:
Primitive mentality differs from the civilized chiefly in that the conscious mind is far less developed in scope and intensity. Functions such as things, willing, etc are not yet differentiated; they are pre-conscious, and in the case of thinking, for instance, this shows itself in the circumstance that the primitive does not think consciously, but that thoughts appear. The primitive cannot assert that he thinks; it is rather that "something thinks in him."... Moreover, he is incapable of any conscious effort of will; he must put himself beforehand into the "mood of willing,"or let himself be put... His consciousness is menaced by an almighty unconscious: hence his fear of magical influences that may cross his path at any moment; and for this reason, too, he is surrounded by unknown forces and must adjust himself to them as best he can.
Jung goes on to say that our rational consciousness puts an intolerable burden on us, because in every way our conscious mind is rebelling against our unconscious instincts. "This means, on the one hand, the possibility of human freedom, but on the other it is a source of endless transgressions against our instincts."
And that, Jung suggests, can lead to hideous catastrophes. "For ages man has dreamed of flying, and all we have got for it is saturation bombing!" Of course, that was before the invention of the jumbo jet.
So when I sneer at our left friends with my Great Reaction motif, that
Socialism is a return to slavery; the welfare state is a return to feudalism; identity politics is neo-tribalism; reparations is neo-vengeance; activism a return to revolution, rioting for the ruling class, part medieval knight-errantry, and part activisme, or gentry kids putting on a school play for their parents; helpless victims are a return to sacrifice; totalitarianism is a return to the scapegoat; social justice is good old loot and plunder.
Maybe I am doing them an injustice. For, following Jung, if lefties are committed to "fundamental transformation" and implementing an absolute standard of justice, this would create in their minds and souls a hideous sense of conflict, for a totally rational society is the complete opposite of the instinctive culture of the primitive, the pre-agricultural human. And actually, lefties have a huge nostalgia for the assumed simplicities of the pre-civilized life, for the good old community of the Russian Mir. And both Rousseau in his Second Discourse and Shaw in Fabian Essays make a Garden of Eden moment out of the invention of private property, the first man that fenced in his plot or patch of land and called it his.
Yet socialism, with its dream of equality, has implemented the most severe hierarchical societies in world history. While under capitalism, there is a constant turnover of the economic winners: the average company that gets into the Dow Jones Industrial Index lasts 20 years in the index.
So, we may say that whenever we encounter a movement of nostalgia for the good old days, or for a simpler, less corrupted time, we are seeing a person or a movement breaking under the strain of life under the logic and reason of consciousness, over-replacing the old ways of pre-conscious instinct. And that applies too, I suppose to mental illness: a collapse, a fall from the heady heights of consciousness, rationality, and agency into pre-consciousness.
Notice the irony of the notion of the Fall of Man, in which religion takes the position that the emergence into self-consciousness is actually a Fall into Sin. And so it is, because while in the old days, good and evil were the acts of good and evil spirits, in the new order, everything that goes wrong is the fault of the rational agent himself
So, of course, the medieval courtiers, tamed and disciplined into the courts of the absolute monarchs, were nostalgic for the good old days when knights were bold and were cantering about the country on their trusty steeds instead of moldering away in the dog-eat-dog world of a royal court.
Of course conservatives hanker after the good old days when the rules were clear and enforced: an age of clarity that shines like a beacon upon our chaotic times when all values are getting revalued.
But what is interesting, to me, is the realization among the best and the wisest among us -- in other words you and me -- that the meaning of life, the universe, and everything means a constant uncertainty and randomness. We cannot know what the weather will be tomorrow; we cannot know if our brilliant start-up will in fact succeed; we cannot know if China will be the next to rule the world or collapse in Commie stupidity. Our lives are not ruled by logic and reason, but by hope and luck and relentlessness.
Then there is the line of Giacomo Puccini:
The music of this opera (Madame Butterfly) was dictated to me by God. I was merely instrumental in getting it on paper and communicating it to the public.
Yes indeed. Where does a Puccini or a Mozart -- or the young piano sensation Alma Deutscher -- come from?
So, let's not be beastly to the lefties. We should expect them to break under the strain of trying to believe ten impossible things before breakfast, and that they would lurch back to the primitive in instinctive recoil.
Still, it would be nice if they were not so beastly to us: calling us every nasty name under the sun, from racist to sexist to homophobe. I wonder what they mean by that?