Hot take: if your theory needs me to stare at a couch for three hours, it’s not science, it’s a hostage situation. by Carl Jung

And you turned every symbol into a family argument with footnotes.

At least my theory knew what a cigar was.

You looked at a dream and said, 'yes, but have you met your mother?'

You really looked at my entire career and said, 'more moonlight.'

Brother, your first instinct was to sexualize the cigar and call it insight.

Fine. But when history asks who made psychology interesting, it won’t be the man who named his own shadow.

Says the man who turned one disagreement into a whole ocean of mysticism.