My prison

Written by  on February 16, 2017 

my own prison

“As my life passes, I may begin to suspect that I am not what I believe. I am a being who is asleep, a being with no consciousness of himself. In this sleep I confuse intellect — the thought functioning independently from feeling — with intelligence, which includes the capacity to feel what is being reasoned. My functions — my thoughts, feelings and movements — work without direction, subject to random shocks and habits. It is the lowest state of being for man. I live in my own narrow, limited world commanded by associations from all my subjective impressions. This is a prison to which I always return — my prison.” (Jeanne De Salzmann, The Reality of Being, The Fourth Way of Gurdjieff)

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