those dreamlike regions which seem to lead to some inevitable 
reality of despair. But in order for Descartes to arrive finally at 
the true “shelter” and to find the genuine “remedy,” he must 
endure other trials. The spontaneous act by which he turns 
toward God does not possess at this moment the necessary 
efficacy: it is not pure  spontaneity; it is not addressed directly 
to a God of the present, but to a God of the past . . .

The denuding of conscious life and its reduction to a single level 
created the new world of the unconscious in the seventeenth 
century. The stage has been cleared of the archetypes or 
postures of individual mind, and is ready for the archetypes of 
the collective unconscious.

*     It is thus that the seventeenth century, having emerged into 
a merely visual science in its conscious life, is reduced to