What's black and white and Jung all over?

Today marked the arrival of The Red Book, Carl Jung's long secreted artifact of his journey into the dark night of the soul.

It came in a very big box (cat not included) . . .
That held another, slightly smaller box . . .
That coughed up the actual book, hermetically sealed in a thin plastic skin . . .
and the final object inside . . .
and, yes, it's really, really red.
as red as blood, as red as passion, as red as my bloodshot eyes by the time I finish it. If I disappear for the next month or two, you now know why.