We Live In A Fantasy World, A

You Cannot Have Both Truth And What You Call Civilisation.

It Is In The Capacity To Love, That Is To See, That The Liberation Of The Soul From Fantasy Consists. The Freedom Which Is A Proper Human Goal Is The Freedom From Fantasy, That Is The Realism Of Compassion. What I Have Called Fantasy, The Proliferation Of Blinding Self-centered Aims And Images, Is Itself A Powerful System Of Energy, And Most Of What Is Often Called 'will' Or 'willing' Belongs To This System. What Counteracts The System Is Attention To Reality Inspired By, Consisting Of, Love.

The Bottomless Bitter Misery Of Childhood: How Little Even Now It Is Understood. Probably No Adult Misery Can Be Compared With A Child's Despair.

Bereavement Is A Darkness Impenetrable To The Imagination Of The Unbereaved

The Very Madness Of The Scheme Protects It.