Freethinking trans-Jungian archetypal psychologist Hillman collaborates with Ventura, streetsmart truthteller and columnist for the L.A. Weekly, in “a breathtaking endeavor both for the frightening possibility, which they raise, of the end of civilization and for their courageous challenge to do the work of the soul....This book is ultimately hopeful as well as disturbingly challenging.” —Matthew Fox.

This furious, trenchant, and audacious series of interrelated dialogues and letters takes a searing look at not only the legacy of psychotherapy, but also practically every aspect of contemporary living—from sexuality to politics, media, the environment, and life in the city.

Unrestrained, freewheeling, and brilliant, these two intellectual wild men take chances, break rules, and run red lights to strike at the very core of many of our current beliefs about our lives, the psyche, and society.

We do not die alone. We join ancestors and all the little people, the multiple souls who inhabit our night world of dreams, the complexes we speak with, the invisible guests who pass through our lives, bringing us the gifts of urges and terrors, tender sighs, sudden ideas. They are with us all along, those angels, those demons. Evenings when I go to sleep, fourteen angels guard my keep. The freak companions—they are indestructible.

Once individualism dissolves its notion of self, and self relaxes into a communal feeling beyond bonding (tying, tightening, gluing, adhering, obligating), you can’t possibly die alone, because there is no alone.