Is There An Observation Which Is Not

And The Idea Of Ourselves Is Our Escape From The Fact What We Really Are.

In The Denial Of That Disorder There Is Order.

What Sex Gives You Momentarily Is The Total Abandonment Of Yourself, Then You Are Back Again With Your Turmoil, So You Want A Repetition Over And Over Again Of That State In Which There Is No Worry, No Problem, No Self.

Relationship Is A Mirror In Which You Can See Yourself, Not As You Would Wish To Be, But As You Are.

Tradition Becomes Our Security, And When The Mind Is Secure It Is In Decay.