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August 5, 2007

Dear Henry,

Last night I had another one of my vivid dreams.  This time I appeared to be at a library with my mother.  I had discovered a large bookcase, a stack of books that I could climb to the top shelf.  When I got to the top shelf I discovered books and paintings, watercolor paintings done by other students from The Residential College.  These students were Asian students and the watercolors were just amazing.  I had to climb down from the bookcase to show her what I had found.  But when I climbed back up again to put the watercolors back, she grew anxious and I had the feeling that she thought the bookcase might topple over on me.  It didn’t, I climbed back down knowing that I had discovered a treasure, but to her the treasure didn’t seem as great as what the treasure seemed to me.  The treasure was the treasure of art.  Jung says, what it actually was, was the treasure of the self.  Perhaps it was my self reminding me of the treasure of my art, the gift of my art, and that I should not be lonely, a lonely little ego, because I have my self and my gifts.  Do you suppose that’s true?  I think it must be true because I felt very lonely before I fell asleep, but when I woke up I felt as though I had discovered a treasure and I was not to be lonely anymore because the treasure isn’t lost.  I have it within me.  What a comfort and a solace that is!