Thunderstorm.
Great veils of water brushing through the black streams of roads. Then the waterfall of electricity starts to pour down. I’m watching Django on TV and it’s difficult to make out if the exploding sound is from outside or the gunshot scenes.
I open the windows to admire the overpowering. Some junkies on the street are howling like wolves in exultation. A feeling remotely familiar also arises in me before the spears of light and the destructive blasting. It must be something with the shockwave that kindles a visceral frenzy in all animals. In the movie Schultz is telling Django the tale of Siegfried and the wrath of Wotan. This was their explanation of such wonders back when they weren’t aware of the mechanics of clouds and such. They thought it was the doings of deities; indeed was Wotan the god of storm and frenzy, Jung writes, the unleasher of passions and the lust of battle.