I am currently dipping into a little ebook by Joseph Campbell, a man who writes (or, rather, wrote) much about world mythology. The book is "The Symbol Without Meaning". At the very beginning Campbell speaks of the "provincial character of all that we are prone to regard as universal". He gives as an example that many Americans "believe that the world was created in 1492 and redeemed in 1776".
The beginning of the world? |
Then he moves on to a more Euro-centric view, the belief that the world was created in 4004 BC ( as per the calculations of Bishop Ussher ) and redeemed in the first century AD.
Well, maybe. I once thought that camels were more exotic than cows, pagodas more exotic that a church spire. But some thoughts and beliefs have a greater potential for deception and danger than others. Nevertheless, when we insist that our way is the One Way, or, as Mr Campbell has it, mistake the provincial for the universal, then we are on the road to Inquisitions - or whatever form intolerance takes in our own times.
"They do him wrong who take God in one particular way; they have the way rather than God" (Meister Eckhart)
Moving on to symbols and signs. Apparently Jung saw the "sign" as a reference to something known, whereas the "symbol" is a figure by which allusion is made to an unknown. I have yet to read the complete book by Joseph Campbell so just how it all plays out I do not know. Maybe others can think about it if they have stumbled upon this, my latest blog.
A sign - plain enough |
Here, a selection of "symbols":-
As Jung has said, symbols make allusion to that which is unknown. I would just say that if we are not careful we shall merely turn them into signs, interpreting that which calls us to greater self knowledge into that which is already "known". That said, perhaps a symbol of Carl Jung would be a better example than the previous three.
Whatever, as I see it a symbol should call us into the unknown.
Strangely, or perhaps not, some lyrics of Bob Dylan have popped into my head.......
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love, she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failures no success at all
Bob Dylan |
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