The Unconscious (n.) is not a hidden self but a counter-ego, a double that never gets to act except in dreams and automatic gestures.
The Unconscious (n.) is not a cellar of hidden forms, as Freud pictured it, but a background of tendencies that bends the forms we can see.
The Unconscious (n.) is not a second mind copied from the conscious one: its deepest layer is the capacity to act, where we are most mistaken about what we want.
The Unconscious (n.) draws pictures badly: its representations are summary, barely sketched stereotypes, incapable of invention, while its real intelligence lies in acting.
The Unconscious (n.) is not the core of the self: between deep automatisms and clear consciousness lies a middle band of affect and emotion, and it is there, not in the depths, that individuality and the bond with others are made.