a 'work' site; infection with _the_ teaching urge; could be, by graceful texts of P.D. Ouspensky; it happens when people _are_ but also when they are _not_ e.g. bloggers, writers, teachers etc., i.e. & so on down the scale. Symptoms stronger if such had the privilege of enjoying erudition of Gurdjieff, or had their understanding nourished by Nicoll's Commentaries' unmistakable feel. Maybe during childhood. Maybe some are to experience the symptom, _yet_... time is relative.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

email excerpts - re-formed

... It's true [this system] looks like house that was never quite built, worse, like in the beginning of making plans for it. One thing I begin to understand well is that people who wrote about the system had not much time. By this I don't mean they were like busy managers and yuppies and others who have no time to look around them. But there was obviously an urge to go about their business in a very direct and efficient manner, a strong awareness that they may attain nothing at all if they use customary approaches, that their chances are small, not at all proportional to their effort.

Their seeking of special methods, of the 'schools' and so on, of the contact with the esoteric circle, their valuation of 'spedial knowledge' (which, by the bye, explains why ordinary effort can have no effect) has its ground in all that. It has nothing to do with the well-known forms of Inner Special Circle of Inner Awareness of the Golden Key and all the rest of we-are-chosen miseries of this or that kind - nothing to do with pride and vanity which they sought to overcome.

Well I agree oh that point. But allow me to say that it would be good if you could find a way to climb up, out of your simplistic dumbness a little. I'm going to consciously (yeah it's different from 'intentionally') humble myself and pretend that I'm going to debate and speculate about it all. Think, for example, how this "system" you are talking about and obviously have difficulty grasping as a whole, could be very alive and dancing and complex and joyous thing. Think how there exists, in the literature, vast, colourful range of consciously (ahem, yes, or less consciously) built Images and Picturings of the same. Imagine how, while you think that you are interested in the the system, in reality the system may be interested in you. Think what a total 'metanoia', what a schock of a conscious meeting it could mean at certain point. Don't the Inspired Authors testify at large: What is a man that You look down upon him? (Some book:some-verse)? And they they find it is too wonderful to praise and and and not-exectly-the-word, tongue-in-cheek they bring themselves to the point of uttering something. (Why should they? In a certain sense, there's no need for it. The reaction is understandable but may not be exactly what is desired. Of course, to achieve that, one has to at least anticipate it all. Just a hint.) Why? BECAUSE THERE WERE LADIES AT THE BASE. No no. Don't mix that in. That's External Considering theme we are going to expatiate on, I hope, on Some Other Suitable Occasion.

Your Bellowing Uncle

Scrampleding

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