There Is No Tranquility In Ideas.

In The Denial Of That Disorder There Is Order.

You May Remember The Story Of How The Devil And A Friend Of His Were Walking Down The Street, When They Saw Ahead Of Them A Man Stoop Down And Pick Up Something From The Ground, Look At It, And Put It Away In His Pocket. The Friend Said To The Devil, "what Did That Man Pick Up?" "he Picked Up A Piece Of The Truth," Said The Devil. "that Is A Very Bad Business For You, Then," Said His Friend. "oh, Not At All," The Devil Replied, "i Am Going To Help Him Organize It."

What Is Of Great Importance Is That Everyone Should Concern Himself With What I Am Saying, Rather Than With The Personality Of The Teacher, The Body Of The Teacher, Where He Dwells, And So On. That Will Lead To Confusion.

Live With It. You Live With Pleasure, Don't You? Why Don't You Live With Suffering Completely? Can You Live With It In The Sense Of Not Escaping From It? What Takes Place? Watch. The Mind Is Very Clear, Sharp. It Is Faced With The Fact. The Very Suffering Transformed Into Passion Is Enormous. From That Arises A Mind That Can Never Be Hurt. Full Stop. That Is The Secret.

It Is Only The Dull, Sleepy Mind That Creates And Clings To Habit. A Mind That Is Attentive From Moment To Moment - Attentive To What It Is Saying, Attentive To The Movement Of Its Hands, Of Its Thoughts, Of Its Feelings - Will Discover That The Formation Of Further Habits Has Come To An End.