People think I’m repeating myself when I say I’m all about Psyche and Soul. They see a linguistic loop, but I see an alchemical operation. To the dictionary, they are the same word. To the seeker, they are two different sides of the Great Work.
The Alchemical Split
Psyche is the Vas Hermeticum. It is the vessel. The architecture. The structural grid of the dungeon where the rules are written in cold, Apollonian ink. It is the vast, complex code of the collective unconscious. It is the “character sheet” of the universe: necessary, geometric, and static.
Soul is the Mercurius. It is the moisture in the jar. Soul isn’t a part of you; it is a way of looking at the world. It is the trickster energy that turns a flat event into a deep, haunting experience. If Psyche is the map, Soul is the narrative that emerges when you get lost in the woods.
The modern world is obsessed with “optimization.” But we are looking for the “shadow” in the circuit. We are looking for the “pathologising” that makes life actually taste like something.