Truth Is A Pathless Land.

My Only Concern Is To Set Men Absolutely, Unconditionally Free.

And The Fear Of Not Being Is Born In That Space. But In Meditation, When This Is Understood, The Mind Can Enter Into A Dimension Of Space Where Action Is Inaction. We Do Not Know What Love Is, For In The Space Made By Thought Around Itself As The Me, Love Is The Conflict Of The Me And The Not-me. This Conflict, This Torture, Is Not Love. Thought Is The Very Denial Of Love, And It Cannot Enter Into That Space Where The Me Is Not. In That Space Is The Benediction Which Man Seeks And Cannot Find. He Seeks It Within The Frontiers Of Thought, And Thought Destroys The Ecstasy Of This Benediction.

Living Is Not This Tawdry, Mediocre, Disciplined Thing Which We Call Our Existence. Living Is Something Entirely Different; It Is Abundantly Rich, Timelessly Changing, And As Long As We Don't Understand That Eternal Movement, Our Lives Are Bound To Have Very Little Meaning.

Activity That Perishes, That Is Not Productive Of The Eternal, Of The Lasting, Is Of Very Little Use.

When You Do Not Name A Group Of People, You Are Compelled To Look At Each Individual Face And Not Treat Them All As The Mass.