Being Discontented, We Either Seek A Different

But The Healing Of The Mind Is Something Totally Different. That Healing Gradually Takes Place If You Are With Nature, With That Orange On The Tree, And The Blade Of Grass That Pushes Through The Cement, And The Hills Covered, Hidden, By The Clouds.

To Me, Then, True Criticism Consists In Trying To Find Out The Intrinsic Worth Of The Thing Itself, And Not In Attributing A Quality To That Thing. You Attribute A Quality To An Environment, To An Experience, Only When You Want To Derive Something From It, When You Want To Gain Or To Have Power Or Happiness. Now This Destroys True Criticism. Your Desire Is Perverted Through Attributing Values, And Therefore You Cannot See Clearly. Instead Of Trying To See The Flower In Its Original And Entire Beauty, You Look At It Through Coloured Glasses, And Therefore You Can Never See It As It Is.

If I Do Not Understand Myself, The Whole Complexity Of Myself, I Have No Basis For Thinking.

The Description Is Not The Described; I Can Describe The Mountain, But The Description Is Not The Mountain, And If You Are Caught Up In The Description, As Most People Are, Then You Will Never See The Mountain

What Meaning Has Such Meditation? There Is No Meaning; There Is No Utility. But In That Meditation There Is A Movement Of Great Ecstasy Which Is Not To Be Confounded With Pleasure. It Is This Ecstasy Which Gives To The Eye, To The Brain And To The Heart, The Quality Of Innocency. Without Seeing Life As Something Totally New, It Is A Routine, A Boredom, A Meaningless Affair. So Meditation Is Of The Greatest Importance. It Opens The Door To The Incalculable, To The Measureless.