The connection these two men had was made possible by a spontaneous act of psychotherapy. Both became aware, as individuals, of their mutual victimization by the black-and-white tyranny of collective symbols. Each saw the other as a vulnerable human being. For an instant they became a conscious community of two selves: I and Thou commiserating over the idling of a taxicab.
Around them, the rough beast slouches forward; the human psyche stands poised to enter another cycle of possession by archetypal dominants. The very possibility of a conscious, reflective community, which our fledgling tradition has helped to create, offers a flickering hope. We psychotherapists are among those whose job it will be to guard and carry forward that hope.