The very last of Freud's published work, two pages of "Findings, Ideas, Problems" from the summer of 1938, closes with the following remark: "Mysticism is the obscure self-perception of the realm outside the Ego, of the Id."⁵⁰ Finally, though with his last gasp, he had come to recognize metaphysical inklings for the simple thing they are. What had kept him, and so adamantly, from this knowledge for so long? Did this theophobe wish to be a god, but fear his own ambition? Did the Vedic doctrine, with its dissolution of everything individual (even gods) threaten his thirst for authority? Did the idea that, not just a few supremely revered individuals, but all of us, are one with the gods, throw a wrench into his unconscious works? Obviously, I cannot know. Less obviously, I will not speculate. More obviously, it cannot have helped that, unlike his disciples, the master permitted himself no one other than himself to serve as an aid to objectivity. I suspect that, ultimately, this is the reason that his creations took the form by which he himself characterized neurotic symptoms: repudiating a drive (in this case towards religion) while simultaneously symbolizing it. If Freud had only seen a therapist, who knows what might have come out differently?