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unknowable essence of the whole; it is never the expression of the 


part.


Just as one was getting to bed, there was that fullness of ill.** It 


was not only in the room but it seemed to cover the earth from 



horizon to horizon. It was a benediction.


The pressure, with its peculiar pain, was there all the morning. 


And it continues in the afternoon.


Sitting in the dentist's chair, one was looking out of the window, 



looking past the hedge, the TV antenna, the telegraph pole, at the 


purple mountains. One was looking not with eyes only but with 


one's whole head, as though from the back of the head, with one's 


entire being. It was an odd experience. There was no centre from 



which observation was taking place. The colours and the beauty 


and lines of the mountains were intense.


Every twist of thought must be understood; for all thought is 



reaction and any action from this can only increase confusion and 


conflict.


24th The pressure and the pain was there all day yesterday; it is 


all becoming rather difficult. The moment one's by oneself, it 



begins. And desire for its continuance, any disappointment if it 


does not continue does not exist. It is simply there whether one 


wants it or not. It's beyond all reason and thought.


To do something for its own sake seems quite difficult and 



almost undesirable. Social values are based on doing something for 


the sake of something else. This makes for barren existence, a life 


which is never complete, full. This is one of the reasons of 


disintegrating discontent.



To be satisfied is ugly but to be discontented breeds hatred. To






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