Wherever There Is A Suitable Environment For

The End Is The Beginning Of All Things, Suppressed And Hidden, Awaiting To Be Released Through The Rhythm Of Pain And Pleasure.

Only In Relationship Can You Know Yourself, Not In Abstraction, And Certainly Not In Isolation.

There Is Always Great Beauty, Not Of Images, Feeling Or Thought. Beauty Is Neither Thought Nor Feeling; It Has Nothing Whatsoever To Do With Emotion Or Sentiment. There Is Fear. Fear Is Never An Actuality; It Is Either Before Or After The Active Present. When There Is Fear In The Active Present, Is It Fear? It Is There And There Is No Escape From It, No Evasion Possible. There, At That Actual Moment, There Is Total Attention At The Moment Of Danger, Physical Or Psychological.

Our Brains Are So Conditioned Through Education, Through Religion, To Think We Are Separate Entities With Separate Souls And So On. We Are Not Individuals At All. We Are The Result Of Thousands Of Years Of Human Experience, Human Endeavor And Struggle.

Tradition Becomes Our Security, And When The Mind Is Secure It Is In Decay.