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be virtuous in order to gain heaven or the approval of the 


respectable, of society, makes of life a barren field which has been 


ploughed over and over again but has never been sown. This 


activity of doing something for the sake of something else is in 



essence an intricate series of escapes, escapes from oneself, from 


what is.


Without experiencing the essence there is no beauty. Beauty is 


not merely in the outward things or in inward thoughts, feelings 



and ideas; there is beauty beyond this thought and feeling. It's this 


essence that is beauty. But this beauty has no opposite.


The pressure continues and the strain is at the base of the head 


and it's painful.



25th Woke up in the middle of the night and found the body 


perfectly still, stretched out on its back, motionless; this position 


must have been maintained for some time. The pressure and the 



pain were there. The brain and the mind were intensely still. There 


was no division between them. There was a strange quiet intensity, 


like two great dynamos working at great speed; there was a 


peculiar tension in which there was no strain. There was a sense of 



vastness about the whole thing and a power without direction and 


cause and so no brutality and ruthlessness. And it continued during 


the morning.


During the past year or so, one would wake up, to experience, in 



wakened state, what had been going on while asleep, certain states 


of being. It is as though one woke up merely for the brain to 


register what was going on. But curiously, the particular 


experience would fade away quite soon. The brain was not putting 



it away in its scrolls of memory.






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