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Before One Goes Through The Gate One May Not Be Aware There Is A Gate One May Think There Is A Gate To Go Through And Look A Long Time For It Without Finding It One May Find It And It May Not Open If It Opens One May Be Through It As One Goes Through It One Sees That The Gate One Went Through Was The Self That Went Through It No One Went Through A Gate There Was No Gate To Go Through No One Ever Found A Gate No One Ever Realized There Was Never A Gate

What Is To Be Done? We Who Are Still Half Alive, Living In The Often Fibrillating Heartland Of A Senescent Capitalism -- Can We Do More Than Reflect The Decay Around And Within Us? Can We Do More Than Sing Our Sad And Bitter Songs Of Disillusion And Defeat?

True Sanity Entails In One Way Or Another The Dissolution Of The Normal Ego, That False Self Competently Adjusted To Our Alienated Social Reality... And Through This Death A Rebirth And The Eventual Re-establishment Of A New Kind Of Ego-functioning, The Ego Now Being The Servant Of The Divine, No Longer Its Betrayer.

Creative People Who Can't Help But Explore Other Mental Territories Are At Greater Risk, Just As Someone Who Climbs A Mountain Is More At Risk Than Someone Who Just Walks Along A Village Lane.

I, For Instance, Regard Any Particular Man As Finite, As One Who Has Had A Beginning And Who Will Have An End. He Has Been Born, And He Is Going To Die. In The Meantime, He Has A Body That Roots Him To This Time And This Place.