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up with the fast moves of the bankers who handle millions and billions
of dollars per transaction. Governments cannot control the multinational
corporations or govern the fluctuations of currency, the price
of gold, and basic commodities, or the value and amount of their own
money supply.
Once Saturn ruled money. In the old books of symbolism, Saturn
was called a moneybags. He was depicted with a tightly closed purse
and declaredggHTor^n^jrnlnT'.Now, with this hypertrophy of Hermes,
money is no longer solid coin nor backed by gold, only words and
numbers, mere messages sent by electronic data processing and represented
by a little oblong of embossed plastic.
In many places where Hermetic finance has reached its apogee, the
fundamental importance of home and land have fallen to Hermetic
intoxication. The earth and its buildings that give stability and shelter
find their value determined by speculative development and mortgage
rates. Hermes, who himself has no resting place or permanent abode
One aspect of Hermetic intoxication deserves special psychological
attention. I refer to the appetite for information. If you recall, Hermes
was the messenger of the gods, and an indiscriminate messenger. This
because he carried all messages without actively entering into the content
of what he carried.,He had no opinions, values,- he made no editorial
comments,- he did not censor. His task was to make communication
possible, even communication with the realm of the dead and the
world below.
We may find Hermes as a painted and sculpted image in Greek pottery
and marble, in easy association with both Apollo on the one hand
and Dionysus on the other, with Aphrodite, and with Athene and
Artemis, with Zeus and Hades, and even Hercules, though Hermes
himself was not heroic by any means. Information takes no positions,
carries no grudge, and thus has no limits it is toujours disponible.
In a culture that has lost the gods, a culture from which the gods
have withdrawn, we have the messages but they do not carry the gods'
meanings. Mere "information." Yet, Hermes in his dutiful faithfulness
to his archetypal role, passes on the information, indiscriminately facilitating
the messages regardless of their content, which may as easily
be a blog, a joke, an ad, a sexual come-on, or a revelation of crucial
political significance. The word "information" itself has become so
inflated that it carries the code of an individual's DNA identity and
destiny. Not wisdom, not knowledge, not inspiration, not learning, not
comfort, not truth, not prophesy, not moral value or aesthetic beauty.
Instead of messenger of the gods, Hermes has become servant of
the Internet.
When we say, as in the popular guides to mythology, archetypal
psychology, and astrology, that Hermes is the "god of communication,"
we must recognize that communication cannot belong to only one god.
the physical world into mental space. Data becomes message,- the
world is angelic,- the cosmos hermetic, that is, sealed until disclosed,
and the disclosure was also the world's redemption through knowledge.
Does this motive still lurk in our contemporary intoxication?
Vet, even while Hermes gives this miraculous access, what does he
as well take away? Remember, Hermes is god of both finding and
losing; of giving and stealing.
Imagine a party. A dinner party, a dancing party, a birthday party.
, Dressing and fashion and interior decoration, anticipation before the
event and gossip after the event,- imagine the cooking and serving, the
wine and the flowers, the bodies and their motions, the flirtations and
seductions, the sudden encounter with an old friend, or an old enemy,then think, too, of the subtleties of gesture and language, the tones of
voices and peculiarities of speech, regional dialects and little phrases.
The perfume.
At the computer an extraordinary array of sophisticated social skills
that have taken centuries to elaborate no longer play any role whatsoever.
One of the most Hermetic figures of our day, Brian Eno, who has
taken part in so many levels of media invention and performance, and
thinking about it, said: "The trouble with the computer is that there
isn't enough Africa in it." Body. Rhythm. Soul. Social Ceremony.
Civilization depends on its Africa, on the social skills that belong with
communication unless communication be merely dots and dashes sent
component. The cock and the ram were especially his animals. He was
configured primordially as a phallic herm.
When we look at the carved images of Hermes, we see his sculpted
head sometimes with its cap of invisible winged thoughts above, and
his well-defined member below. Between head and phallus only a
stone slab. The mind and the sex two great generative and autonomous
powers,- but the body of inwardness, of reception and digestion,
the heart and stomach and gut, all this is blank. Or, sometimes his
body is presented as a very slim, very unwounded youth. Hermes, an
adolescent hacker?
That the Internet became so quickly sexualized makes it easier to
understand the puritanical moves to put controls on cyberspace programs
and on television. The censoring against "virtual sex" and the
sexual content of television show again the counterweight of Hestia to
the lascivious side of Hermes, where communication and connection
also mean intercourse.
Hestia, it is said, is "immune to Aphrodite's power and to Eros's
arrows." And it is said, "Sexuality must be hidden from Hestia." Her
servants, the Vestal Virgins, could be put to death, and were actually
buried alive, if they gave off one sign of Venusian allure with their
eyes, their gestures, even their dress or their walk.
When Hermes and Hestia are not in a sympathetic rhythm, then
they push each other to extremes. Sexuality becomes a major area of
their contention, and puritanical asceticism rigidly overrides the fantasy
and freedom of desire.
Our electronic generation has already discovered its need for Hestia
and puts into practice each day, along with its worldwide hermetic
intoxication, deliberately dull and repetitive activities of quiet and intense
focusing gymnastic exercises on aerobic machines, isolated
jogging with earphones, as well as Zen, Taoist, Yoga, and other centering
rituals of meditation. These behaviors provide counterweight,they offer a Hestian antidote to the Hermetic addiction. We move
and Hestia, much as soldiers and sailors used to move back and forth
between battle station and whorehouse, between Mars and Venus.
Therefore, deep, prolonged psychotherapy (which I have previously
raised questions about) can serve as a Hestian ritual for holding
Hermes within the here and now. Classic psychotherapy as proposed
and practiced by Treud and by Jung was consistently located in one
physical location (Bergstrasse in Vienna and Seestrasse on the lake of
Zurich). This long-term, ongoing discipline, interminable and without
future, introverted, slow, careful, and intensely focused on inwardness
becomes, in this quick digital age, more necessary than ever before.
Here and Now
Iwant now to explore with you another aspect of millennial psychology,
one that follows logically upon what we have already said regarding
Hestia and the significance of place. The desire for place, the retreat
to homeground, the search for sanctuary what the Jungians call the
temenos or vessel of containment suggest a radical alteration in our
thinking and feeling, one that elevates place as a refuge against time.
By place I do not mean space. Let us be clear. Since Newton and
Descartes, and especially since Kant, we have conceived a world built
upon two principles, space and time. Both are abstractions without
palpable contents, sheer vast containers of emptiness without meaning
or value, without qualities or differences in themselves. The one
like a universal room into which anything can be located by means
of geometric coordinates,- the other, an endless river of discrete units,
each exactly equal to the next, mere contiguous ticks of an invisible
tyrannical clock.
Yet now at this millennial turning, we observe our world engaged
in vicious struggles about place. People the world over are ready to
lay down their lives for particular places, the suburbs of Sarajevo, the
rocky villages of Chechnya, city districts of Belfast, blocks of Los Angeles,
Kurdistan, Chiapas, trans-Jordan settlements. Of course this is
not only a phenomenon of today. Wars over territory are archaic and
animal. I am suggesting, however, that these current battles belong to
our current symptoms, and it is always to the symptoms that psychology
looks for where consciousness is emerging, where paradigms are
The symptoms of ethnic cleansing and racial hatred (xenophobia) say
"preserve the purity of this place." Allow no alien gods be honored here.
Xenophobia is monotheistic in its psychology and literal in its belief in
turf, soil, home and Hestia. We may understand its protests best if we seek
their mythical roots, and hear their claims as archetypal expressions.
Within the construct of the Hermes-Hestia pair, ethnic cleansing,
the extermination of native populations and the demolition of houses
and scorching of soil in a frenzy of self-protection are excesses of Hestia
paired with the excesses of Hermes worldwide web of cyberspace
and globalism Hermetic communications, where anywhere is
everywhere, and the very idea of place has become irrelevant.
As Hermes can go mad with hermetic intoxication when severed
from Hestia, so a monotheism of Hestia becomes only fanatical purity,
fanatical devotion, the single-focus upon home, homeland, and family
relations. No contacts with others,- they become an evil empire, an axis
of evil. Communication becomes contamination. No nuance, no ambiguity,
no Hermes. "Robert McNamara reported that during his seven
years as Secretary of Defense there were not even seven minutes of
direct communication between Presidents Kennedy and Johnson and
President Ho Chi Minh."3 Under Hestian notions of purified security,
Hermetic diplomacy is allowed only through back-door channels, illicit,
unscrupulous, undercover and stealth spying. Hestian defense of
the "good old local ways" provides a gated barricade against the onrush
of a miscegenated multicultural fantasy of the future. The symptoms
governed by ideals of the past, not fantasies of a future, utterly new and
independent of precedent.
the future, but the projections forward of these archetypal patterns.
Thus, when Futurology reports hope, progress, and greening, and supports
these optimistic prognostics with evidence from space science,
biotechnology, lowered rates of infant mortality, more cell phones,
refrigeration, longer life expectancy, new ecological awareness we
believe we see reality. We imagine these are the determining facts.
But the reality lies in the eyes that see, not in what they see. For
precisely the eye of the Futurologist, informed by another archetypal
more Saturnine vision, looks into the future and sees doom and gloom,
destruction of habitat and species, floods and famines, civil insurrections,
terrorism and plagues a world described by the great saturnine
pessimist Thomas Hobbes as a war of "all against all," and human
life as "nasty, brutish and short."
We look back to gain information about the archetypal forms of
our insights so that we may understand that all futurisms are fantasies
no matter the evidence4. Because present trends are multiple and
contradictory, extrapolations from them into the future can lead only
to multiple and contradictory predictions. No single vision can prognosticate.
Objective realities beyond here and now remain unknown
and cannot be known, for that is the meaning of the word "future":
that which is not and cannot be stated in the present tense. There "is"
no future. Future is merely another name for unconsciousness in the
mirror of which we see our own subjective proclivities.
Tending as Continuing
It is time to conclude. Time still urges and pushes and presses,- we
are still in this millennium. Time would move us quickly along,
force us out of here, away from this place, so that we may go to
another place, a bar, a cafe, a bed.
, Or maybe Hestia is calling us home. \
So, I shall conclude by saying once again: millennial thinking
about the future is an archetypal fantasy. This fantasy seduces us
from confronting two fundamental facts of all human existence, of
all cosmic existence. First, any actual moment occupies an actual
place,- and second, life depends on a deep faith in existential conti4 For five radically different projections of the future, see my Kinds ojPower
(New York: Doubleday, 1995), pp. 226-32.
nuity. Futurism escapes from the first, always leaving here for elsewhere,and futurism denies the second, by evacuating the certitude
of the actual with speculations about a vague and vast unknown.
For the great catastrophe that the future brings is not the future
as such, but the effect of Futurism on present life, how it turns attention
from what is to what is not, drawing focus from the daily
bread and salt and water of the actual to the unknown and conjectural,
thereby negating Hestia, and making us all "homeless."
I have been doing my utmost to restore the centrality of Hestia
who can locate us, wherever we may be, in concrete physical life. The
hearth is wherever you are actually focused, as hers was also in the
midst of the city, in the Prytaneion, or common city hall. For whatever
the century on the calendar and the time on the clock, this time always
takes place somewhere in a bed, at a table, in an office, on a street.
We are all homeless when living only in space and time,- and no one is
homeless when Hestia is present. She gives each environmental situation
a sense of being here, Da-sein.
The certitude of the actual that it is because it is here, and given
an eternality that cannot go away and is not subject to time is similar
to what George Santayana, the old Spanish philosopher who lived his
last days in "the eternal city," calls "animal faith." It is that feeling in our
bones that the earth is beneath my feet, that the sun sets this evening,
that the world whether fearful, tragic, unjust, or senseless nonetheless
does not go away. This animal faith is like the consciousness
of animals themselves who have no futurology. Instead, their possibilities
of existence are always grounded that the air is there for the
bird's wing, the water there for the fish's pleasure. This ground is always
"here," not virtual but utterly here, allowing us the possibility to
live at all, allowing us to sleep at night knowing the sunrise will find
us in the same place, allowing us to tidy up with faithful gestures of
animal certitude after disaster, to bury the dead and serve the mourners
a warm and friendly meal.