C.G. Jung: “That is my stone. I must have it.”
The Story of the Stone Cube at Bollingen
The story of how this stone came to me is a curious one.
I needed stones for building the enclosing wall for the so-called garden, and ordered them from the quarry near Bollingen.
I was standing by when the mason gave all the measurements to the owner of the quarry, who wrote them down in his notebook.
When the stones arrived by ship and were unloaded, it turned out that the cornerstone had altogether the wrong measurements; instead of a triangular stone, a square block had been sent: a perfect cube of much larger dimensions than had been ordered, about twenty inches thick.
The mason was furious and told the barge men to take it right back with them.
But when I saw the stone, I said, “No, that is my stone, I must have it!”
For I had seen at once that it suited me perfectly and that I wanted to do something with it.
Only I did not yet know what.
Memories, Dreams, Reflections
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Image: The stone cubes in the air…
Miichael Maeir — Atalanta Fugiens -1617