A Ficinian Response to Love in the Nineties: A Dialogue between an Astrologer and a Student
by DARBY COSTELLO
Originally Published in Sphinx, Journal for Archetypal Psychology and the Arts London, 1993, Volume 6
SYLVIE: Vita, hello! How unexpected to see you here in this café in the middle of a rainy Friday afternoon. I didn't know you lived in this area. But I won't intrude as I see you are working on something.
VITA: Not so much working as musing. Please sit down and join me for a coffee. How have you been? We last met at Erica's dinner, I think. You were with that interesting Russian man.
S: Yes. I was. No longer, I might add. This business of falling in love. I wish I could stop it happening. I begin to think it is some kind of trick. I fear that there is something I must figure out or I'll keep getting tricked forever. Somewhere I hear the gods laughing -it's as if I keep missing the point; I don't know the secret. If only I could find the secret of this trick I'm sure I would be able to laugh with them.
V: Yes, wouldn't that be delicious! But what happens?
S: I seem to be caught in a loop and I have no idea how to break out. After the end of this last affair, in which I invested more of myself than even I imagined possible, I wanted to die. Day after day I thought of suicide, how I would do it, what it would mean to the various people I knew. For months I was numb with pain. I kept telling myself I was already dead, so what was the point of killing myself? There had to be another solution. Actually I remembered something you said once about the secret of love being only given to those who had faced death in some way. It keeps coming into my mind, so isn't it a fine coincidence that I've met you here, and today?
V: It is. Tell me more about this feeling of death.