At an early age I left home, feeling I should go on a journey I knew not where,
and inquired of others but received no reply that satisfied. I then began to read
what others with a similar urge had said about their experiences, until I found one
that rang pertinent to me, and attempted to retrace the journey recounted, but
without ever reaching the destination described.
I began to consider the possibility that each man with this particular itch must
discover (or perhaps develop) his own individual passage, and commenced
personally to operate accordingly.
Using this approach, I began to recognize the destination to be the same for
all men on this odyssey, regardless of the route pursued or the method of
travel employed.
Then came the ultimate realization that this peculiar journey was all in my
mind, and likewise for all who’d gone this way before. Once this became
clear, I returned home.
Believing that things thought-about provide their own reasons for being,
thought-about is just another description of your consciousness beingtotally in the dark.
Now another episode of Maybe And Perhaps:
Maybe the most captious words ‘er uttered are “he who knows himself is enlightened”;
perhaps the most perilous interpretation there of is in taking observations of oneself for knowledge.
Why are recollections of one’s past such a poor teacher?
Why do men not truly “learn from their mistakes”?
It is because the memories one has of oneself are an imaginary reality.
A man asked a mystic what he’d done wrong in his years of trying to stop the
mechanical flow of thought, and the mystic nodded toward “something” and
said, “That’s not what you try to stop!”
Everyone has a radio; it continually receives two different stations simultaneously;
most people hear it as one.