When I was a kid I thought it was just the candy and hijinks. Maybe it was then, but now it’s much more…
We’re a culture that avoids the reality of aging and death.
From the collective perception of youthfulness as beauty to the ascendance of plastic surgery and Botox to the massive healthcare spending on maximal therapies for those who have lived long and full lives, we want to avoid our mortal reality like the Great Plague.
But really you can’t avoid death no matter how far you stuff the thought of it down into your subconscious Jungian basement.
Halloween brings death and all the associated fears and phantasms to the surface and keeps it palatable enough for even the most avoidant so that we can embrace mortality consciously for a little while anyway and even have some fun doing it.
It seems paradoxical maybe but the reality of death is what connects us to this world and our people and ushers the value of time.
Which brings me to Jung’s dream and the basement – which I love to read this time of year: