There's A Great And Unutterable Beauty In

The Crisis Is Not Out There In The World, It Is Within Our Own Consciousness.

Identification Prevents And Perverts The Flow Of Thought-feeling.

Knowledge About Yourself Binds, Weighs, Ties You Down; There Is No Freedom To Move, And You Act And Move Within The Limits Of Thatknowledge. Learning About Yourself Is Never The Same As Accumulating Knowledge About Yourself. Learning Is Active Present And Knowledge Is The Past; If You Are Learning To Accumulate, It Ceases To Be Learning; Knowledge Is Static, More Can Be Added To It Or Taken Away From It, But Learning Is Active, Nothing Can Be Added Or Taken Away From It For There Is No Accumulation At Any Time.

But If One Observes, One Will See That The Body Has Its Own Intelligence; It Requires A Great Deal Of Intelligence To Observe The Intelligence Of The Body.

Silence Is Difficult And Arduous; It Is Not To Be Played With. It Isn't Something That You Can Experience By Reading A Book, Or By Listening To A Talk, Or By Sitting Together, Or By Retiring Into A Wood Or A Monastery. I Am Afraid None Of These Things Will Bring About This Silence. This Silence Demands Intense Psychological Work. You Have To Be Burningly Aware - Aware Of Your Speech, Aware Of Your Snobbishness, Aware Of Your Fears, Your Anxieties, Your Sense Of Guilt. And When You Die To All That, Then Out Of That Dying Comes The Beauty Of Silence.