Wolfgang Giegerich

Sebastian reads Giegerich

Giegerich is the figure you turn to when you suspect that psychology has become its own obstacle — when the therapeutic apparatus, the individuation narrative, the search for wholeness, feel like they are doing something other than what they promise. His central move is a refusal: the soul is not an object inside the individual, not a depth beneath the personality waiting to be excavated. Soul is a *logical life* — the self-movement of thought thinking itself, what Hegel called the negativity at the heart of spirit, recovered for psychology. Where Jung retained a mythological register and Hillman worked the image into rhetorical brilliance, Giegerich insists that psychology must think, not merely feel or imagine; it must push through the image to the logical form the image enacts. This puts him in genuine tension with nearly everyone in the post-Jungian field — Hillman especially — and the tension is productive rather than merely polemical. Read Giegerich when the question is: what is psychology *for*, and has it already secretly become a religion of the individual self?