New Ideas Are Not Only The Enemies

We Don't Get Wounded Alone And We Don't Heal Alone.

It Is Often Tragic To See How Blatantly A Man Bungles His Own Life And The Lives Of Others Yet Remains Totally Incapable Of Seeing How Much The Whole Tragedy Originates In Himself, And How He Continually Feeds It And Keeps It Going. Not Consciously, Of Course—for Consciously He Is Engaged In Bewailing And Cursing A Faithless World That Recedes Further And Further Into The Distance. Rather, It Is An Unconscious Factor Which Spins The Illusions That Veil His World. And What Is Being Spun Is A Cocoon, Which In The End Will Completely Envelop Him.

I Am Astonished, Disappointed, Pleased With Myself. I Am Distressed, Depressed, Rapturous. I Am All These Things At Once, And Cannot Add Up The Sum. I Am Incapable Of Determining Ultimate Worth Or Worthlessness; I Have No Judgment About Myself And My Life. There Is Nothing I Am Quite Sure About. I Have No Definite Convictions - Not About Anything, Really. I Know Only That I Was Born And Exist, And It Seems To Me That I Have Been Carried Along. I Exist On The Foundation Or Something I Do Not Know.

Just Imagine What Would Happen If Practicing Physicians, The Ones Who Have Come Into Contact Directly With Suffering Humanity, Had Some Acquaintance With Eastern Systems Of Healing. The Spirit Of The East Surges Through Every Pore As A Balm For All Afflictions.

There Is, How­ever, A Strong Empir­i­cal Rea­son Why We Should Cul­ti­vate Thoughts That Can Never Be Proved. It Is That They Are Known To Be Use­ful. Man Pos­i­tively Needs Gen­eral Ideas & Con­vic­tions That Will Give A Mean­ing To His Life & Enable Him To Find A Place For Him­self In The Uni­verse. He Can Stand The Most Incred­i­ble Hard­ships When He Is Con­vinced That They Make Sense; He Is Crushed When On Top Of All His Mis­for­tunes, He Has To Admit That He Is Tak­ing Part In A ‘tale Told By An Idiot.’