I have been reading and thinking about psychiatry and psychology a lot lately. Reading The Master and His Emissary makes me think about mind as something that is distinct from experience. Experience itself is consciousness-enabled, and consciousness -- that intangible mystery -- seems to me to most clearly the breath of God. That means I have God in me. Not sure if thats OK to say. But it makes sense on so many levels. Reading this book, written by one of the world's leading psychiatrists -- leads me to what seems like a rational conclusion: the purpose of life is to serve God. Consciousness must meet that Other Great Intangible - God.
