 I am going to read a passage from Jung's memoir, Memories, Dreams, Reflections. He talks about a revelation of consciousness when he is in Africa, in Kenya, and it's his discovery of the new myth which will be articulating as we go along. He experienced it subjectively, and he says, From Nairobi, we used a small ford to visit the Athe Plains, a great game preserve. From a low hill in this broad savanna, a magnificent prospect opened out to us. To the very brink of the horizon, we saw gigantic herds of animals, gazelle, antelope, gnu, zebra, warthog, and so on. Grazing, heads nodding, the herds moved forward like slow rivers. There was scarcely any sound saved the melancholy cry of a bird of prey. This was the stillness of the eternal beginning, the world as it had always been, in the state of non-being, for until then no one had been present to know that it was this world. I walked away from my companions until I had put them out of sight, and savored the feeling of being entirely alone. There I was now, the first human being to recognize that this was the world, but who do not know that in this moment he had first really created it. There the cosmic meaning of consciousness became overwhelmingly clear to me. Quote, what nature leaves imperfect, the art perfects, and quote, say the alchemists. Man, I, in an invisible act of creation, put the stamp of perfection on the world by giving it objective existence. This act, we usually ascribe to the creator alone, without considering that in so doing we view life as a machine, calculated down to the last detail, which, along with the human psyche, runs on senselessly, obeying foreknown and predetermined rules. In such a cheerless clockwork fantasy there is no drama of man, world, and God. There is no new day leading to new shores, but only the dreariness of calculated processes. My old Pueblo friend came to my mind. He thought that the raison d'etre of his Pueblo had been to help their father, the son, to cross the sky each day. I had envied him for the fullness of meaning in that belief, and had been looking about without hope for a myth of our own. Now I know what it was, and know even more, that man is indispensable for the completion of creation, that in fact he himself is the second creator of the world, who alone has given to the world its objective existence, without which unheard, unseen, silently eating, giving birth, dying, heads nodding through hundreds of millions of years, it would have gone on in the profoundest night of non-being down to its unknown end. Human consciousness created objective existence and meaning, and man found his indispensable place in the great process of being. That is an incredible declaration, and from this we can distill two components of what Jung has discovered as the new myth. First, the Creator sees himself through the eyes of man's consciousness. In other words, our consciousness really matters, and second, man's consciousness is a second world creator, and that is the objective existence that we as reflective human beings can bring to the world.