I dreamed of the figure James Hillman last night. I phrased it that way to please him! Upon awakening I wondered if there will be a collective stirring amongst those of us who resonate to and with Hilman's ideas, and will perhaps in the future begin having a sort of collective experience centered around dreams of him. I for one want to be counted in should that occur.In the meantime here's my dream. I was walking the streets of a neighborhood looking for a place to eat, during my attendance of some conference meal break. I looked in the window of a restaurant and saw Hillman sitting alone at a table writing something in a rather foreign looking, unintelligible script. The phrase was one black line that I at first though may have been musical notation but on closer inspection if seem more like calligraphy, that was broken up rather like a piece of musical notation. It was clear Hillman wanted no contact with anyone until this very important one line , artistically rendered on rather boldly drawn was complete.
As I write this now I'm aware of the "seeing through" aspect of the image. Seeing through and into the window, not outward. I'm also aware of needing be be content with the image as it is given. There is no meaning yet in the script itself. I'm looking in not out at the world. I must be content with not knowing what that script means. It's in a language I cannot understand. I understand and am moved by the writer, his passion for the work and his commitment to completing it. That has to be and must be enough for now.