The work is to intensify my position – my point of view – without in any way casting judgement upon any aspect of the world I am viewing. Judgement both belittles and hardens: carves in stone and casts in stone. It always does the world a disservice. Ultimately, though, it is me who suffers most because my heart becomes similarly set: in a stone of stubbornness.

The Bourgeois Fallacy, Part 12:
Wealth and health are the path to salvation.

Freedom is a buoyant openness that allows the world to always take me by surprise.

I am nothing other than this becoming through affection...

"Everything that he lost, and everything that has opened up to him since, came from the same revolutionary process."

The more intense (internal) I become the more the immediate world grows and looms until I am surrounded by giants. And this is the paradox of spirit: the more intense and powerful I become, the more imperceptible, and not just because I contract, but because I no longer constrict that world with my habits of thought and expectation. We chose the world we live in. It can either be controlled and safe, in which case we suffer depression and boredom, or it can be magical and dangerous, in which case there is always the possibility of death. The difference is purely one of spirit.

Prayer is the practice of correct speech: the heart issuing from the mouth.

The Bourgeois Fallacy, Part 14:
It's never too late.

"This is not a personal happiness that elevates one, in a priestly manner, above life. It is an impersonal happiness that produces a freedom that is at one with the very becoming of life."

The organ of yielding is the heart.

"What we repeat is each time a particular suffering; but the repetition is always joyous."

Like water off a duck's back.

The subtle aspects of posture: bearing and poise, what we call lightness, are functions of ethical rather than physical stature. They indicate an honourable life.

The Bourgeois Fallacy, Part 10:
Society is necessarily stratified, with me in the middle: neither menial nor responsible.

The physical body is a machine which, when fueled by spirit, generates internal (intense, intensive) life appropriate to destiny. In time, and always with spirit (key and secret), this becomes the coherent though ever-changing energy-body of a warrior, true to destiny and nothing else. This is the only individuality worth considering. Anything else is subservience to ego and collaboration with the forces of subjection.

Listen to the rhythms of the heart, its beat being only the most obvious, rather than the prosaic garbage in the head. And yes I am disturbed by the endless irony in that statement; deeply in fact (but obviously not deeply enough).

Heart is master, mind the servant.