The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories.

When we see things from a different perspective, they either transform into fair features or slip under the cloak of the collective unconscious… overruled by the artistry and allure of the overall piece.

The collective unconscious, the same as other transpersonal phenomena, is evidence that our mind is not an isolated entity but is constantly in touch with other minds as well as with the world around us. We are never entirely detached from the outside world; never entirely enclosed within our skin. Our mind and our body resonate with our environment, including other people in our environment. Our mind is coherent with the world, and when we do not repress the intuitions that link us with other people and with nature, we can become aware of our oneness with the universe.

The deep well of unconscious cerebration.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but my experience belongs to me, not the collective bloody unconscious.

I'm just trying to make a smudge on the collective unconscious.