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Once upon a prehistoric time, the nomadic progeny of Noah born after the Great Flood sought to build a shining city and to erect an edifice taller and more grand than anything previously known. The Bible tells us that they made bricks and fired those blocks so that they might make for ourselves a name, lest we be dispersed willy-nilly across the face of the land (Genesis, 11:4) Epstein (1902). God, the story continues, descended to check out the City and the Tower (Genesis, 11:4). God concluded that these folk were too big for their breeches and She decided, therefore, to disperse them across the face of the Good Earth that She had created, jumbling their languages and putting an end to their self-aggrandizing scheme to build the ultimate city and the tallest Tower.
Sometime later, the students of a Viennese Neurologist-turned-Psychologist—excitedly meeting as they were in the cafes of Vienna and elsewhere—were putting together a unified theory that might explain the difficulties encountered by members of Clan Anthropos in synchronizing their innate drives with the cultural imperatives that precipitated from their living together in small groups and big cities—such as the one envisioned by the City Planners and Architects of Babel in days of yore. Their City was called Psychoanalysis; their glorified monumental tower was Freud's sexualtheorie.
No Divine intervention stopped them but stopped they were. Was it their experience with the visitors to their offices or was it the madness that occasioned the century of European chaos that followed the unification of principalities in nation states. Was it the apocalyptic horsemen about to be let loose by World War I or simply the multi-dimensionality of their explicandum, the human Psyche. One or all of these promoted the building of a second and a third tower in the City of Psychoanalysis … one dedicated to Narcissus and another to the great god Destrudo. Alas! As the Century of Psychoanalysis unwrapped itself, the City, wit