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You who will read this at a later age will probably not know my name, and my fates are unknown to you. When I wrote this, I was in the middle of my life, as perhaps you are, and did not know the fates of the future. You and I will both succumb to transience. I will simply precede you.
A house is a launching place and destination, a platform and a refuge, a template for self expression, an envelope for life and sometimes for work. It is also renewable, and so can be changed as needed for the generations.
A residence, first imagined and envisioned by the boy Carl Jung, and then dreamed, drawn, designed and constructed by the man Carl and his wife Emma, can be seen as an empty envelope for life expected, intuited, desired, and then filled by what is eventually achieved. Carl, from a family of professors, architects, theologians, and parsons, and Emma, the daughter of industrialists, first met in 1896 at the Haus zum Rosengarten where Emma Rauschenbach-Jung was born. She was fourteen and he was twenty-one.