Those Who Play A Safe

The Idea, The Pattern, Is Self-projected; It Is A Form Of Self-worship, Of Self-perpetuation, And Hence Gratifying.

But Our Minds Are Bound To The Yardstick Of Yesterday, Today And Tomorrow, And With That Yardstick We Try To Inquire Into The Unknown, To Measure That Which Is Not Measurable.

You Only Learn When You Give Your Whole Being To Something. When You Give Your Whole Being To Mathematics,you Learn; But When You Are In A State Of Contradiction, When You Do Not Want To Learn But Are Forced To Learn, Then It Becomes Merely A Process Of Accumulation. To Learn Is Like Reading A Novel With Innumerable Characters; It Requires Your Full Attention, Not Contradictory Attention.

The Soil In Which The Meditative Mind Can Begin Is The Soil Of Everyday Life, The Strife, The Pain, And The Fleeting Joy. It Must Begin There, And Bring Order, And From There Move Endlessly. .. You Must Take A Plunge Into The Water, Not Knowing How To Swim. And The Beauty Of Meditation Is That You Never Know Where You Are, Where You Are Going, What The End Is.

Energy Functioning In A Pattern Becomes Matter. That Is All Life Is... Matter And Energy Are Interrelated.