Jung writes, “Plainly the urban world knew nothing about the country world, the real world of mountains, woods and rivers, of animals and ‘God’s thoughts.’ “…..This insight proved dangerous, because it tricked me into fits of superiority, misplaced criticism, and aggressiveness, which got me deservedly disliked.”
After living in and around either Chicago, Los Angeles, Minneapolis and Boston, we now live in a tiny town, a hamlet if you will, of New Hampshire. Because of its lakes, our population booms to 2500 in summer. Living rural, I am more aware of all of those natural assets that Jung lists, but I am not anymore a caretaker than in my urban days. I do show restraint from sloppy living, but other than that, I have lent no voice to political protections.
As to my own survival, if ever the electricity and Internet lets us down, I would be better off living in a city . Without modern assists of all types, I am useless, and totally dependent. It almost makes me want to learn how to be Daniel Boone.
In a societal breakdown I would make my way to either warmer climes or Alaska. The latter because, as I sometimes think about heaven, I would try to charm my way into a home that would supply all my needs. Somehow I imagine Alaskans more charitable than those in New Hampshire or places south.
I have no common sense for this assumption, only that the grass is greener. Greener meaning someone caring for all my needs without me experiencing any of the hierarchical drawbacks of dictatorial control and expectations.