Mythic Castle

This week I read about Carl Jung's tower at Bollingen. Murray Stein's book, Tranformation: Emergence of the Self, had a wonderful analysis of this work of art and what it meant to Jung; I recommend this book.
"Like his inner world of dreams and fantasy images, the tower embraces the ages and touches on many polarities...it is a testament in stone to his psychic imago." (p. 141). It made me think of the imaginary house I have built in my mind on my imaginary ranch. This house would be modest, comfortable, of stone and wood and glass, with a wrap around veranda for music and conversation and quiet. It would be sustainable, sitting on a hill with views across the Texas Hill Country, with oaks around it. And it would have an underground level, which very few homes in this region have, where there would be a room expressly designed for a great night's sleep: cool, quiet, dark. Dreams would be invited to come, and they would come.
Eshu is not invited here. There would be no tricks. Lots of humor, but no tricks. It would be a lovely, straightforward kind of place, with no hidden cupboards or trompe l'oeiles. What you see is what you get. Hopefully, only truth.