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Created: 7/22/98       Last updated: 02 Aug 2005

The following are mostly quotes, with some paraphrases and summaries. I sometimes include my own ideas and questions.


Table of Contents
Quotes and paraphrases from books and articles
Bach, Richard "Illusions : The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah" 1977.
  • pp. 1-24 quote

    1. There was a Master come unto the earth, born in the holy land of Indiana, raised in the mystical hills east of Fort Wayne.

    2. The Master learned of this world in the public schools of Indiana, and as he grew, in his trade as a mechanic of automobiles.

    3. But the Master had learnings from other hands and other schools, from other lives that he had lived. He remembered these, and remembering became wise and strong, so that others saw his strength and came to him for counsel.

    4. The Master believed that he had power to help himself and all mankind, and as he believed so it was for him, so that others saw his power and came to him to be healed of their troubles and their many diseases.

    5. The Master believed that it is well for any man to think upon himself as a son of God, and as be believed, so it was, and the shops and garages where he worked became crowded and jammed with those who sought his learning and his touch, and the streets outside with those who longed only that the shadow of his passing might fall upon them, and change their lives.

    6. It came to pass, because of the crowds, that the several foremen and shop managers bid the Master leave his tools and go his way, for so tightly was he thronged that neither he nor other mechanics had room to work upon the automobiles.

    7. So it was that he went into the countryside, and people following began to call him Messsiah, and worker of miracles; and as they believed, it was so.

    8. If a storm passed as he spoke, not a raindrop touched a listener's head; the last of the multitude heard his words as clearly as the first, no matter lightning nor thunder in the sky about. And always he spoke to them in parables.

    9. And he said unto them, "Within each of us lies the power of our consent to health and to sickness, to riches and to poverty, to freedom and to slavery. It is we who control these, and not another."

    10. A mill-man spoke and said, "Easy words for you, Master, for you are guided as we are not, and need not toil as we toil. A man has to work for his living in this world."

    11. The Master answered and said, "Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of a great crystal river.

    12. "The current of the river swept silently over them all -- young and old, rich and poor, good and evil, the current going its own way, knowing only its own crystal self.

    13. "Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs and rocks of the river bottom, for clinging was their way of life, and resisting the current what each had learned from birth.

    14. "But one creature said at last, 'I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.'

    15. "The other creatures laughed and said, 'Fool! Let go, and that current you worship will throw you tumbled and smashed across the rocks, and you will die quicker than boredom!'

    16. "But the one heeded them not, and taking a breath did let go, and at once was tumbled and smashed by the current across the rocks.

    17. "Yet in time, as the creature refused to cling again, the current lifted him free from the bottom, and he was bruised and hurt no more.

    18. "And the creatures downstream, to whom he was a stranger, cried, 'See a miracle! A creature like ourselves, yet he flies! See the Messiah, come to save us all!'

    19. "And the one carried in the current said, 'I am no more Messiah than you. The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare let go. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure.'

    20. "But they cried the more, 'Saviour!' all the while clinging to the rocks, and when they looked again he was gone, and they were left alone making legends of a Saviour."

    21. And it came to pass when he saw that the multitude thronged him the more day on day, tighter and closer and fiercer than ever they had, when he saw that they pressed him to heal them without rest, and feed them always with his miracles, to learn for them and to live their lives, he went alone that day unto a hilltop apart, and there he prayed.

    22. And he said in his heart, Infinite Radiant Is, if it be thy will, let this cup pass from me, let me lay aside this impossible task. I cannot live the life of one other soul, yet ten thousand cry to me for life. I'm sorry I allowed it all to happen. If it be thy will, let me go back to my engines and my tools and let me live as other men.

    23. And a voice spoke to him on the hilltop, a voice neither male nor female, loud nor soft, a voice infinitely kind. And the voice said unto him, "Not my will, but thine be done. For what is thy will is mine for thee. Go thy way as other men, and be thou happy on the Earth."

    24. And hearing, the Master was glad, and gave thanks, and came down from the hilltop humming a little mechanic's song. And when the throng pressed him with its woes, beseeching him to heal for it and learn for it and feed it nonstop from his understanding and to entertain it with his wonders, he smiled upon the multitude and said pleasantly unto them, "I quit."

    25. For a moment the multitude was stricken dumb with astonishment.

    26. And he said unto them, "If a man told God that he wanted most of all to help the suffering world, no matter the price to himself, and God answered and told him what he must do, should the man do as he is told?"

    27. "Of course, Master!" cried the many. "It should be pleasure for him to suffer the tortures of hell itself, should God ask it!"

    28. "No matter what those tortures, nor how difficult the task?"

    29. "Honor to be hanged, glory to be nailed to a tree and burned, if so be that God has asked," said they.

    30. "And what would you do," the Master said unto the multitude, "if God spoke directly to your face and said, 'I COMMAND THAT YOU BE HAPPY IN THE WORLD, AS LONG AS YOU LIVE.' What would you do then?"

    31. And the multitude was silent, not a voice, not a sound was heard upon the hillsides, across the valleys where they stood.

    32. And the Master said unto the silence, "In the path of our happiness shall we find the learning for which we have chosen this lifetime. So it is that I have learned this day, and choose to leave you now to walk your own path, as you please."

    33. And he went his way through the crowds and left them, and he returned to the everyday world of men and machines.


Bateson, Gregory "Mind and Nature : A Necessary Unity" 1979.
  • p. 6 quote

    In those days (and even today?), science was believed to be "value-free" and not guided by "emotions."

    {Added 12/01/98}

  • pp. 7-8 quote

    I had two paper bags, and the first of these I opened, producing a freshly cooked crab, which I placed on the table. I then challenged the class somewhat as follows: "I want you to produce arguments which will convince me that this object is the remains of a living thing. You may imagine, if you will, that you are Martians and that on Mars you are familiar with living things, being indeed yourselves alive. But, of course, you have never seen crabs or lobsters. A number of objects like this, many of them fragmentary, have arrived, perhaps by meteor. You are to inspect them and arrive at the conclusion that they are the remains of living things. How would you arrive at that conclusion?"

    ...the question [is]: Is there a biological species of entropy?

    Both questions concerned the underlying notion of a dividing line between the world of the living (where distinctions are drawn and difference can be a cause) and the world of nonliving billiard balls and galaxies (where forces and impacts are the "causes" of events). These are the two worlds that Jung (following the Gnostics) calls creatura (the living) and pleroma (the nonliving). I was asking: What is the difference between the physical world of pleroma, where forces and impacts provide sufficient basis of explanation, and the creatura, where nothing can be understood until differences and distinctions are invoked?

    In my life, I have put the descriptions of sticks and stones and billiard balls and galaxies in one box, the pleroma, and have left them alone. In the other box, I put living things: crabs, people, problems of beauty, and problems of difference. The contents of the second box are the subject of the book.

    ... "Break the pattern which connects the items of learning and you necessarily destroy all quality."

    I offer you the phrase the pattern which connects as a synonym, another possible title for this book.

    {Added 12/01/98-12/08/98}

  • p. 8 quote

    What pattern connects the crab to the lobster and the orchid to the primrose and all the four of them to me? And me to you? And all the six of us to the amoeba in one direction and to the back-ward schizophrenic in another?

    I want to tell you why I have been a biologist all my life, what it is that I have been trying to study. What thoughts can I share regarding the total biological world in which we live and have our being? How is it put together?

    What now must be said is difficult, appears to be quite empty, and is of very great and deep importance to you and to me. At this historic juncture, I believe it to be important to the survival of the whole biosphere, which you know is threatened.

    What is the pattern which connects all the living creatures?

    {Added 12/08/98}

  • pp. 8-9 quote

    Let me go back to my crab and my class of beatniks. I was very lucky to be teaching people who were not scientists and the bias of whose minds was even anti-scientific. All untrained as they were, their bias was aesthetic. I would define that word, for the moment, by saying that they were not like Peter Bly, the character of whom Wordsworth sang
    A primrose by the river's brim
    A yellow primrose was to him;
    And it was nothing more.

    Rather, they would meet the primrose with recognition and empathy. By aesthetic, I mean responsive to the pattern which connects. So you see, I was lucky. Perhaps by coincidence, I faced them with what was (though I knew it not) an aesthetic question: How are you related to this creature? What pattern connects you to it?

    By putting them on an imaginary planet, "Mars," I stripped them of all thought of lobsters, amoebas, cabbages, and so on and forced the diagnosis of life back into identification with living self: "You carry the bench marks, the criteria, with which you could look at the crab to find that it, too, carries the same marks." My question was much more sophisticated that I knew.

    {Added 12/08/98-12/09/98}

  • pp. 9-10 quote

    Yes, indeed, the two claws are characterized (ugly word) by embodying similar relations between parts. Never quantities, always shapes, forms, and relations. This was, indeed, something that characterized the crab as a member of creatura, a living thing.

    Later, it appeared that not only are the two claws built on the same "ground plan" (i.e., upon corresponding sets of relations between corresponding parts), but that these relations between corresponding parts extend down the series of the walking legs. We could recognize in every leg pieces that corresponded to the pieces in the claw.

    And in your own body, of course, the same sort of thing is true. Humerus in the upper arm corresponds to femur in the thigh, and radius-ulna corresponds to tibia-fibula; the carpals in the wrist correspond to tarsals in the foot; fingers correspond to toes.

    The anatomy of the crab if repetitive and rhythmical. It is, like music, repetitive with modulation. Indeed, the direction from head toward tail corresponds to a sequence in time: In embryology, the head is older than the tail. A flow of information is possible, from front to rear.

    Professional biologists talk about phylogenetic homology (see Glossary) for that class of facts of which one example is the formal resemblance between my limb bones and those of a horse. Another example is the formal resemblance

    That is one class of facts. Another (somehow similar?) class of facts is what they call serial homology. One example is the rhythmic repetition with change from appendage to appendage down the length of the beast (crab of man); another (perhaps not quite comparable because of the difference in relation to time) would be the bilateral symmetry of the man or crab.

    {Added 12/09/98-12/10/98}

  • pp. 10-11 quote

    Let me start again. The parts of a crab are connected by various patterns of bilateral symmetry, of serial homology, and so on. Let us call these patterns within the individual growing crab first-order connections. But now we look at crab and lobster and we again find connection by pattern. Call it second-order connection, or phylogenetic homology.

    Now we look at man or horse and find that, here again, we can see symmetries and serial homologies. When we look at the two together, we find the same cross-species sharing of pattern with a difference (phylogenetic homology). And, of course, we also find the same discarding of magnitudes in favor of shapes, patterns, and relations. In other words, as this distribution of formal resemblances is spelled out, it turns out that gross anatomy exhibits three levels or logical types of descriptive propositions:

    1. The parts of any member of Creatura are to be compared with other parts of the same individual to give first-order connections.
    2. Crabs are to be compared with lobsters or men with horses to find similar relations between parts (i.e., to give second-order connections).
    3. The comparison between crabs and lobsters is to be compared with the comparison between man and horse to provide third-order connections.

    We have constructed a ladder of how to think about... the pattern which connects.

    {Added 12/11/98}

  • p. 11 quote

    My central thesis...

    {Added 12/eie/98}


Beatty, Jack "The World According to Peter Drucker" 1998.
  • p. 1 quote

    The President knew the man needed no introduction, so, without a word of identification, he simply told the employees of the Department of Health, Education, and Welfare assembled to hear his speech: "Peter Drucker says that modern government can do only two things well: wage war and inflate the currency. It's the aim of my administration to prove Mr. Drucker wrong." If Richard Nixon thought he did not have to identify Peter Drucker thirty years ago, must I do it know? Drucker's fame is planetary. (The test of planetary is to have one of your novels be a best seller in Brazil.) According to a recent book on management gurus, Peter Drucker is "one of the few thinkers in any discipline who can claim to have changed the world: he is the inventor of privatization, the apostle of a new class of knowledge workers, the champion of management as a serious discipline." Drucker has been called everything from "the father of management" to "the man who changed the face of industrial America" to "the one great thinker management theory has produced."

    {Added 12/30/98}

  • p. 5 quote

    term: "society of organizations" -- compared to what?

    {Added 12/30/98}

  • p. 7 quote

    For sixty years Drucker has taken on a new subject every three or four years and read up on it to the capacious limits of his curiosity. One year it might be Japanese art, which he taught on the side for six years at Pomona College; another year it could be sixteenth-century finance; yet another the history of technology or of work -- or of American statesmen or of British rule in India. He recommends intellectual omnivorousness as a form of self-renewal.

    {Added 12/30/98}

  • pp. 8-9 quote

    Miss Elsa devised a way to make Peter responsible for his own learning. She gave him a notebook and required him to record what he expected to learn at the beginning of each week and then to check his expectations against the results at the end of the week. (Miss Elsa, it appears, invented "Managing by Objectives," Drucker's signature management concept.)

    {Added 12/31/98}


Bednark, Robert "Axioms of Science" 2001.   (updated 9/24/2001)

a) Things can be measured.
b) If effect X happened before, the same causes will cause X to happen again.
c) Single things are a part of a class of things. Abstraction tends to be forgotten. So, for example, all humans are treated alike, because they are all human.
d) The future can be predicted.
e) Statistics and probability apply to the real world, and can be used to predict the future.
f) It is possible for people to be objective.
g) People are motivated to seek objectivity to alleviate their anxiety, fear, and tension. [Philip Slater]


Benedetti, Paul and DeHart, Nancy (editors) "On McLuhan : Reflections " 1997
  • p. 1? quote
    He repeated insistently that we should stop saying "Is this a good thing or bad thing?" and start saying, "What's going on?" -Liss Jeffrey
  • p. 6? quote The electronic age... angelizes man, disembodies him. Turns him into software. -- Marshall McLuhan, 1971.

  • p. 45 quote

    My father decided in the sixties that he would try as much as he could to present his ideas in an aphoristic style. Aphorisms, as Francis Bacon said, are incomplete, a bit like cartoons. They are not filled-out essay writing that is highly compressed. ...

{Added/updated 11/20/98}
Berg, A. Scott "Lindbergh" 1998.
  • p. 447 summary

    Tested P-47 "Thunderbolts", formulated emergency procedures, and ordered changes in the plane's design, which helped save lives.

    {Added 12/17/98}

  • pp. 446-447 summary

    Submitted himself to medical testing at Mayo Clinic, and came up with idea to train himself to become aware of hypoxic condition and switch oxygen tanks, which became part of indoctrination program for pilots.

    {Added 12/17/98}

  • pp. 447-448 quote

    As those Thunderbolts entered production--becoming the most effective bomber escort planes in the European Theater--Lindbergh steadily devoted more time to United's development of the Navy Marine Corsair (Vought F4U), which would be used as both a carrier fighter and a land-based plane. Between December 1942 and July 1943, Lindbergh made eight trips to Hartford, where he taught pilots the fine points of flying the plane, with its unique, upturned-wing design. Trained as a fighter pilot and frustrated at not having seen action, Lindbergh participated in maneuvers and mock combat. Deak Lyman, formerly of The New York Times, then working as an executive for United Aircraft, recalled Lindbergh's taking his plane up and engaging in a high-altitude gunnery contest against two of the Marines' best pilots. Lyman said the forty-one-year-old civilian "outguessed, outflew, and outshot" both his opponents, each practically half his age.

    {Added 12/17/98}

  • pp. 448 quote

    Until the arrangements were made, Lindbergh continued to test planes, mostly single-seater or two-place planes at military bases. The work was dangerous, as some of the planes were experimental and others were obsolete, many with untried or overworked parts. During four days in January at Eglin Field in Florida, Lindbergh flew eight different planes--including the Boeing B-29, which America was about to release into the skies. This superfortress--capable of flying 350 m.p.h., with a radius of over two thousand miles, and a maximum bomb-load of twenty thousand pounds--was the pride of the nearly one hundred thousand planes the United Sates would produce that year, a vast improvement in speed, range, and load over any of of the 2200 planes America had produced in 1939"

    {Added 12/18/98}


Brand, Stewart "The Essential Whole Earth Catalog" 1986 (1st edition).
  • p. 21 quote

    Here comes this wave. Look at all this whiteness and all those bubbles. I said to myself, "I've been taught at school that to be able to design a model -- because a bubble is a sphere -- you have to use pi, and the number, pi, 3.14159265, on and on goes the number." We find it cannot be resolved because it is a transcendental irrational. So I said, "When nature makes one of those bubbles, how many places did she have to carry out pi before she discovered you can't resolve it? And at what point does nature decide to make a fake bubble?" I said, "I don't think nature is turning out any fake bubbles, I think nature's not using pi." This made me start looking for ways in which nature did contrive all mensurations, all her spontaneous associations, without using such numbers.
    Buckminster Fuller (An Autobiographical Monologue / Scenario): Documented and Edited by Robert Snyder, 1980

    {Added 12/18/98}

  • p. 21 quote

    Physics has found no solids! So to keep on teaching our children the word solid immediately is to drive home a way of thinking that is going to be neither reliable nor useful.

    There are no surfaces, there are no solids, there are no straight lines, there are no planes.
    Buckminster Fuller (An Autobiographical Monologue / Scenario) Documented and Edited by Robert Snyder, 1980 {Added 12/21/98}

  • p. 21 quote

    There comes a time, however, when we discover other ways of doing the same task more economically -- as, for instance, when we discover that a 200-ton transoceanic jet airplane -- considered on an annual round-trip-frequency basis -- can outperform the passenger-carrying capability of the 85,000-ton Queen Mary.


    Critical Path by Buckminster Fuller, 1981.

    {Added 01/07/99}

  • p. 21 quote

    I am not a thing -- a noun. I am not flesh. At eighty-five, I have taken in over a thousand tons of air, food, and water, which temporarily became my flesh and which progressively disassociated from me. You and I seem to be verbs -- evolutionary processes. Are we not integral functions of the Universe?


    Critical Path by Buckminster Fuller, 1981.

    {Added 01/07/99}

  • p. 21 quote

    1053.832 Radiation outcasts. Radiation does not broadcast; broadcast is a planar statement; there are no planes. Out is inherently omnidivergent. Radiation omnicasts but does not and cannot *in*cast; it can only go-in-to-go-out. *In* is gravity.

    1053.833 If radiation "goes through" a system and comes out on the other side, it does so because (1) there was no frequency interference -- it just occurred between the system's occurrence frequencies -- or (2) there was tangential interference and deflection thereby of the of angle of travel, wherefore it did not go through; it went by.
    Synergetics by Buckminster Fuller, 1975.

    {Added 01/07/99}

  • p. 22 quote

    It is a nontrivial matter that we are almost always unaware of trends in our changes of state. There is a quasi-scientific fable that if you can get a frog to sit quietly in a saucepan of cold water, and if you then raise the temperature of the water very slowly and smoothly so that there is no moment marked to be the moment at which the frog should jump, he will never jump. He will get boiled. Is the human species changing its own environment with slowly increasing pollution and rotting its mind with slowly deteriorating religion and education in such a saucepan?
    Mind and Nature by Gregory Bateson, 1979.

    {Added 01/08/99}

  • p. 22 quote

    Human sense organs can receive only news of difference, and the differences must be coded into events in time (i.e. into changes) in order to be perceptible. Ordinary static differences that remain constant for more than a few seconds become perceptible only by scanning.
    Mind and Nature by Gregory Bateson, 1979.

    {Added 01/08/99}

  • p. 22 quote

    Ross Ashby long ago pointed out that no system (neither computer nor organism) can produce anything new unless the system contains some source of the random. In the computer, this will be a random-number generator which will ensure that the "seeking," trial-and-error moves of the machine will ultimately cover all the possibilities of the set to be explored.
    Mind and Nature by Gregory Bateson, 1979.

    {Added 01/08/99}


Carse, James P. "Breakfast at the Victory : The Mysticism of Ordinary Experience" 1994.   (updated 8/27/2001)
  • In one of the great court banquets, everyone was seated according to rank, waiting the entry of the King. In came a plain, shabby man and took a seat above everyone else. His boldness angered the prime minister who ordered the newcomer to identify himself. Was he a minister? No. More. Was he the King? No. More. "Are you then God?" asked the prime minister. "I am above that also," replied the poor man. "There is nothing beyond God," retorted the prime minister. "That nothing," came the response, "is me."
    -- A Sufi parable
    [p. 1 quote]

  • Mystics often distinguish between the ego and the soul, or the ego and the self. The terms are not so important, but the distinction is. The ego is the dualist in us. It is the habit we have of seeing ourselves over and against someone else. As ego, my inwardness remains inward because it is completely closed off to you by my outwardness. As ego, my wealth, intelligence, moral goodness, social class are what they are only in contrast to the person next to me. Whether or not we are believers, we oppose the natural and the supernatural; we are here and worldly, God is there and other-worldly. In fact, belief and unbelief are strictly issues for the ego; you can't be an unbeliever unless there are some believers against whom you are an unbeliever. All such oppositions are creations of the ego.

    From the perspective of soul, however, we see each opposing either/or as a conjoined both/and. We can be here only because we are not there; in this way the "here" and "there" belong together. "That comes from this, and this comes from that--which means that that and this give birth to one another. Life rises from death and death from life." (Chuang-tsu) If God exists beyond all the heavens, then God must be hidden in what is closest and most familiar to us. "When there is no more separation between "this and that, it is called the still-point of Tao. At the still-point in the center of the circle one can see the infinite in all things." I can be separated from you only because at a deeper level we are joined in something inseparable. I cannot be alone alone.

    The still center, the soul, does not oppose anything. Not opposing anything, it does nothing. As soul, we do not act; we are. As ego, we cope with the world, change it, arrange it, try to improve it. We cope with ourselves, too, becoming our own projects, struggling to be who and where we are not. When we become aware of the still-point in a person, of a deed that has no doer, we are aware of soul; we are in the presence of presence.
    [pp. 11-12 quote]

  • Mystical vision is seeing how extraordinary the ordinary is.
    [p. 15 quote]

  • The mystical is thoroughly worldly... but it's inherent indifference to the world seems to leave the world exactly as it is.
    [p. 16 quote]

  • Abu Yazid made his periodic journey to purchase supplies at the bazaar in the city of Hamadhan--a distance of several hundred miles. When he returned home, he discovered a colony of ants in the cardamom seeds. He carefully packed the seeds up again and walked back across the desert to the merchant from whom he had bought them. His intent was not to exchange the seeds but to return the ants to their home.
    -- A Sufi legend
    [p. 19 quote]

  • In using language, we create distinctions where none exist.
    [p. 24 quote]

  • Everything is under way, in motion, passing, impermanent, samsaric. Using words to isolate some portion of the flux is like taking a photograph of the surface of the ocean. No sooner does the lens close than a different ocean appears. It may be the same ocean but no single photograph, or any number of photographs, can capture its oneness.
    [p. 24 quote]

  • The issue for mystics is not whether we use our language accurately to describe the world that is really there, but whether we see that the things created by our language have the impermanence of foam on the face of the unnameable, the unknowable, the unutterable.
    [p. 24 quote]

  • ...But I had the predictable response. Instead of a failure of knowledge itself, I took this to be my failure to have enough of it.
    [p. 29 quote]

  • This is... a popular notion of what knowledge does for us: it eliminates ignorance. This is an exuberantly confident attitude toward knowledge.
    [p. 29 quote]

  • One morning the teacher announced to his disciples that they would walk to the top of the mountain. The disciples were surprised because even those who had been with him for years thought the teacher was oblivious to the mountain whose crest looked serenely down on their town.

    By midday it became apparent that the teacher had lost direction. Moreover, no provision had been made for food. There was increasing grumbling but he continued walking, sometimes through underbrush and sometimes across faces of crumbling rock.

    When they reached the summit in the late afternoon, they found other wanderers already there who had strolled up a well-worn path. The disciples complained to the teacher.

    He said only, "These others have climbed a different mountain."
    [p. 33 quote]

  • A teacher is anyone who leads us to a new vision of our lives just where we thought there was only loss.
    [p. 49 quote]

  • He who binds himself to a joy
    Does the winged life destroy;
    But he who kisses the joy as it flies
    Lives in eternity's sunrise.
    -- William Blake
    [p. 50 quote]

  • What we see in Socrates is not a developed philosophy but an engaged receptivity, an active listening. If there is anything resembling a method here it is his attempts to raise insights in his students of which he himself was incapable. In other words, Socarates' originality consists in his ability to originate in others what he could not originate in himself.
    [p. 69 quote]

  • We know we have met such a teacher when we come away amazed not at what the teacher was thinking but at what we are thinking. We will forget what the teacher is saying because we are listening to a source deeper than the teachings themselves. A great teacher exposes the source, then steps back. Great teachings have all the qualities of samsara. They pass away. As soon as we hear them they are gone and we are listening to what follows. That is why we need to remember nothing of what Socrates actually taught.
    [p. 70 quote]

  • The old way of seeing is strictly pre-Copernican but it has a fierce grip on our everyday consciousness. There we still dwell at the center of our world. Everything revolves around us. A straight line is not determined by the fixed positions of the sun and stars but by fixed positions on the moving earth. To the post-Copernican consciousness, this is not a straight line but an arc. The two ways of seeing are that of the ego and the soul. The ego is the fixed earth's agent in us; the soul is the heaven's. The ego is concerned with centers, the soul lives on margins, circumferences, horizons. Limitlessness is the natural element of the soul, a dread foe of the ego. When Pascal said he was terrified to see the small face he occupied "swallowed up in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I am ignorant and which know me not," he was speaking with the voice of the ego.
    [p. 81 quote]

  • Mystical vision is the way the soul sees. It has no object. It does not occur because something unusual has come into view and demands to be looked at. The ego looks for something new within its field, while the field remains the same.
    [p. 81 quote]

  • The ego wants nothing less than to see God. The soul knows, however, that if the Divine were to appear, the ego would not recognize it. The heavens cannot open for the soul; they are already open.
    [p. 82 quote]

  • It is one thing to see something remarkable appearing inexplicably in the world, it is quite another to see the world itself as remarkable and all of existence as inexplicable.
    [p. 82 quote]

  • Marginalizing the ego, abandoning it to the circumference, is a way of entering the soul. In fact, it might be more accurate to say that marginalizing the ego is precisely the work of the soul. This is the work the mystics call "naughting" the ego.
    [pp. 82-83 quote]

  • Mystical vision never comes when you expect it. If you could consciously and explicitly prepare yourself for it, you would know what you were preparing yourself for and therefore would already have it. Such is the work of the ego. The soul, however, is constantly at work in quite another way. This is a work as unseen by us as the vision is unexpected. That we have been readied for vision by the soul is obvious only afterwards. Then we can only be surprised to know that what we thought was preparation was something else altogether. In fact, the true preparation for vision is nothing like what we would choose for preparation.

    Indeed, the grander the vision, the more extensive--and the more surprising--our preparation has been. Through the whole course of our ordinary life, veils are dropping away but as long as we are looking from the perspective of ego we never notice.
    [p. 83 quote]

  • Mystical vision requires inversion. Since we cannot seek it, it can only be what we cannot and would not seek. We must be turned away, found in error, unable to account for ourselves. It can come after a blunder, a false turn, a rejected plea, a painful self-revelation, an irrecoverable loss.
    [p. 84 quote]

  • Then even nothingness was not, nor existence.
      There was no air then, nor the heavens beyond it.
    What covered it? Where was it? In whose keeping?
      Was there then cosmic water, in depths unfathomed?
    Then there was neither death nor immortality,
      nor was there then the touch of night and day.
    The One breathed windlessly and self-sustaining.
      There was that One then, and there was no other.
    In the beginning desire descended upon it--
      that was the primal seed, born of the mind.
    The sages who have searched their hearts with wisdom
      know that which is kin to that which is not.
    But, after all, who knows, and who can say
      whence it all came, and how creation happened?
    The gods themselves are later than creation,
      so who knows truly whence it has arisen?
    Whence all creation had its origin,
      he, whether he fashioned it or whether he did not,
    he who surveys it all from highest heaven,
      he knows--or maybe even he does not know.

    --RIG VEDA, X:129
    [p. 89 quote] [from p. 23, A. L. Basham, "The Origins and Development of Classical Hinduism, 1989]

  • For thirty years I sought God. But when I looked carefully, I saw that in reality God was the Seeker and I was the sought.

    --An Anonymous Sufi
    [p. 125 quote] [from Kenneth Cragg, "Wisdom of The Sufis", 1976, p. 48]

  • Bob was raised an Episcopalian, I a Presbyterian. From the way he talked about it, his God was decidedly more genial than mine. Mine was a distant, faceless entity you had somehow to find on your own. Bob's was always there ready to cheer you up. I thought of Bob's dad, an older, aristocratic gentleman with bushy, white eyebrows, abounding in genuine human warmth, ever glad to see you if only for the sake of a new joke--always a clean one. Bob didn't seem to have to look anywhere at all. His God was always checking in with you. So you just wait. And God's there.

    My God was more like the sky over the sound: gray, vast, cold, full of veiled threat. You had to be a sharp thinker for this one and you had to work at it to get close. Getting close required dedication, sacrifice, and vigilance. For Bob's it was enough just to be there for morning worship, according to the Book of Common Prayer. Whether you come late, doze a little, even let your mind wander, it's all the same.

    I wanted a God I could experience in some amazing way. Bob's faith overlapped so completely with his life that God was more like a companion than, well, like God. Such an experience of God seemed to me too unexceptional, too ordinary, reassuring but boring. I was always looking for a revelation, a sign, an appearance in the void so unexpected it threw off all your thinking. There was something lovely in the idea of a God who just puts an arm across your shoulders, but still, I wanted to be carried up, swept away.

    There was an irony here I missed completely. If the God implicit in Bob's faith was an affable aristocrat, there was at least an openness to every sort of experience. No one in his variety of Christianity was privileged by the quality of their private relation to the Divine. My idea of the experience of God, on the other hand, led to religious elitism. In wanting a special revelation of my own, I wanted also to be special among the citizens of faith. The certainty I longed for would, I thought, give my voice a discernible authority--a direct route to spiritual arrogance.

    I was impatient with Bob's lack of theological earnestness. My Presbyterian conviction that in time everything would be explained, even if current explanations were still incomplete, seemed to amuse him.
    [pp. 129-130 quote]

  • ...I began to see that by assuming he needed the gospel before I had any knowledge of his life, I had lost my curiosity about him. My use of the gospel had not opened the world to me; it had narrowed my vision of it.

    Spiritual arrogance is hardly unique to Christianity. I imagine I could just as easily have argued that this perspiring and unhappy citizen needed nothing so much as the Buddhist dharma, or the five pillars of Islam, or the ritual instructions of the Yajur Veda, or the wisdom of the Torah.

    Mystics frequently warn us against seeing the whole world from a perspective unique to our own tradition. Ibn Arabi, a master of Sufi gnosticism, observed that if we remembered that "the water takes its color from the vessel containing it," we would not interfere with the beliefs of others "but would perceive God in every form of belief." But how do we get at the clear water? How especially can we presume to find God everywhere without arriving at an even higher arrogance?
    [pp. 133-134 quote] [inner quote from Reynold A. Nicholson, "The Mystics of Islam", 1975, p. 88.]

  • Only by first seeing our own limitations can we learn to see the infinite variability of the world's colors.
    [p. 134 quote]

  • ...seeing how far we are from God, the mystics thought, is the way God begins to seek us.
    [p. 139 quote]

  • Can it be that the creative lies not in the acquired abilities of the ego but in the freedom to let the ego float off...?
    [p. 148 quote]

  • I had been impressed less by the feeling of drunkenness itself than by the fact that there was some part of me the alcohol never touched. The self that knew I was drunk was not itself drunk. I remained a silent watcher of myself, soberly aware of my own silly and often dangerous behavior. This adolescent discovery takes a larger meaning in adult experience: at the heart of all our passions--grief, joy, alarm, lust--resides a clear-eyed witness ever awake and innocent, untouched by these storms.
    [p. 149 quote]

  • The more compelling question, and one that remains a question, is how I or anyone can open the sources of creativity within ourselves, given the obvious limitations of our worldly entanglement. The easier, more manageable answer to this question would be that creativity is a skill or a technique, a certain activity we would be taught if we were bright and clever enough. In my brief exposure to Frost I sensed a radically opposed alternative: creativity is *not* doing something, it is looking through whatever we do with the eye of the sleepless watcher, it is remaining through whatever we say [to] an uncritically receptive listener. W.H. Auden said that we become poets not because we have important things we want to say but because we "like hanging around words listening to what they have to say." True creativity stands aside so each word, each form, can emerge with its own energy. True creativity leaves the question of its origin unresolved.
    [pp 149-150 quote] [Robert K. C. Forman, ed., "The Problem of Pure Consciousness", 1990, p 115]

  • ...the character of a Zen koan: a word or phrase that speaks but says nothing. An effective koan is unforgettable, and yet uninterpretable--or, the same thing, endlessly interpretable. Its spiritual function is to show us that the mind is empty, that its content is attached to nothing beyond itself. Thoughts come and go, weightless as snowflakes, shapeless as wind.
    [p 154 quote]

  • ...where is the poetry...? Certainly not in the intention of the poet, for he has backed away from telling us what he is saying--by saying no more than the words. Certainly not in the words, for they point away from themselves. Certainly not in the realities at which the word point, for those realities vanish into the outer dark. It must therefore lie between us and the poet, between us and the words. For that reason, the poetry that keeps us speaking and listening to the words is a poetry the words will never perfectly contain. The poetry is timeless, inexhaustible, the poem is not.
    [p 154 quote]

  • I've heard it said there's a window that opens from one mind to another, but if there's no wall, there's no need for fitting a window, or the latch.
    --Jalal Al-din Rumi [p 157 quote] [Sharafuddin Maneri, "The Hundred Letters", tr., Paul Jackson, 1980, pp. 369f.]

  • "Be silent," Rumi said, "and practice the art of silence." Silence is a way of being and it is something we do. Learning to be silent is the goal of the art of silence. But since it is the unspeakable that makes speech possible, we are already silent. Silence is the essential condition of the soul. Becoming silent is not, therefore, something we achieve but a return to what we already are. Rumi could just as well have said, Be who you are and practice the art of being who you are.
    [p 160 quote] [Sharafuddin Maneri, "The Hundred Letters", tr., Paul Jackson, 1980, pp. 369f.]

  • The initial awareness of our silence is deceptively simple. It begins with the obvious fact that when we are talking we are not silent. But as we quickly discover when we stop talking, this truism deceives. We don't actually stop talking. It's just that we are not talking out loud. Inwardly, the babble doesn't cease. In fact, it seems even to increase as we pay attention to it. Like a naughty child, we respond to every attempt to quiet ourselves by saying the very things our internal censor has tried to forbid. Characteristically, the first attempts at internal silence only magnify the noise.

    So the obvious fact that when we are talking we are not silent yields to the more complicated fact that when we are not talking we are still not silent. How then do we go about the task of shutting down the inner voices that are trying to get our attention?

    It is possible to get ourselves to stop talking by talking to ourselves, but only with virtuosic effort. We would need to develop an inner discipline by which we are always ready to spring out with a mental "Stop!" each time a word enters the edge of consciousness. This, however, would be less the practice of silence than the practice of shouting ourselves down. The result is something closer to mental wordlessness than to genuine silence. It is still the art of silencing , not the art of silence.

    We won't make any progress in reaching a deeper level of silence until we abandon the struggle to silence ourselves and begin to listen to the many voices that insist on speaking within us. To do this we must become a listener who has nothing to say. Before we can become such a listener we must first know whose voices they are. In one sense, of course, they are all our own. There are no other speakers actually residing in us. In another sense, however, none of these voices is ours. They originate in our parents and children, in friends, lovers, teachers, in our critics and models, heroes and heroines. "Stand chin-to-chin with each of life's challenges and slug it out," my father says in one of his characteristic lectures. Dead thirty years, he is standing right at my shoulder. "It's better to lose than not to fight at all," he adds and gives me a gentle shove. "Will you miss me?" Alice asked a few days before she died, and continues to ask over and over again. Though the speakers are absent there is an urging, an insistent energy in their voices. These words don't just whip through our interiority like leaves in a storm. They require a response. "You know, I'm not really a slugger," I try to tell my father. "Yes, Alice," I say each time she asks. "Yes."

    There is a paradox here. These words are spoken by others. We could not possibly have invented the words or the speakers. And yet, because no one is actually speaking them in us, they are also our own. When we step back to be a listener who has nothing to say, we see ourselves not just noisy with words but deep in conversation with scores of others. That we can have this conversation completely within ourselves shows how far we can isolate our interiority from others. None of the conversants need ever know we are talking with them. On the other hand, because every voice within us is someone's voice, we know this isolation can never be complete.

    All language is therefore shared language. Even the most intimate and hidden conversation with ourselves is in words we have learned from speaking with others. In fact, we don't know what we are saying to ourselves unless we know what these words would mean if we spoke them to another. It is a curious fact that we cannot make up a private language to use only within ourselves. We might devise a secret code with an array of sounds and signs indecipherable to others, but if we couldn't translate them into language someone else could understand we couldn't make sense of them either.

    For this reason, unless we have listeners other than ourselves, we cannot speak at all. I can't say anything to you unless you are waiting to receive my words. But I won't know I have said anything until you respond with your own speech. Then, of course, you won't speak unless my words have behind them a waiting silence of my own. Silence precedes our discourse with each other and makes it possible, but it must be a shared silence. Before each of us can have a voice of our own, we must enter a silence we can enter only together. It is a silence without walls.

    By stepping back to be the listener who has nothing to say we discover that just as there is no language that is exclusively our own, there is no silence that is not a shared silence.

    Because our speaking with each other implies a shared silence, because it is a silence that language cannot exhaust, the mysticism of language does not reside in what we say but in the very existence of language itself. Every spoken word is a threshold into our own inwardness and at the same time into oneness with others.

    The soul has nothing to say. Its essential silence makes voices possible but it has no voice of its own. Therefore, from the perspective of soul, it is the ongoing, renewable, changeable nature of language, its continuing life, that is most important. Because the meanings of words arise in the way speakers respond to each other, there is a constant evolution of the meaning of any given word over the course of its use. The meaningfulness of our speech has much more to do with our ability to keep our discourse with each other open than it has to do with pinning down the meanings of words and expressions. We know our discourse is meaningful not by what we have said but by what has yet to be said. Soul draws our speech forward in the direction of the unspeakable. Only thus can it remain speech.

    Ego, always the earnest dualist in us, is eager to maintain boundaries between speaker and listener. It wants to direct the flow of words, knowing in advance where our conversation with others is headed. A builder of walls, the ego longs for control over the meaning of words. But doing so, it walls itself in and though it may increase the volume of words it says less and less.
    [pp 160-164]

  • It was the ego that had taken over the writing of the lecture. The ego, as always, misunderstood the nature of this gift of silence. Its desire was to fill the silence with words so clear and authoritative they would leave the audience speechless. I wanted to bring them to their feet in applause, of course, but an applause that recognized the speaker's achievement in saying all that needed saying. I wanted to do to Katz what Katz did to me as a student. I thought I could do it if I spoke like Katz. What I didn't understand is that I could do this only if I listened like Katz. Katz built his own walls of words and often seemed to get lost behind them but he also depended on us to tear them down with our confused questions and comments, bringing our messiness into the tidy order of his thought, opening him to paths surprising to both him and us, opening us to new questions, deeper confusion, and awe at the limitless creativity of mind.
    [pp 165-166]

  • The lecture was so perfectly adequate it left almost nothing to be said. And for that reason, it said nothing. My mother did not hear me and neither did they. I had been drawn forward by a dynamic silence but the silence came to an end in my own speaking. I brought the right words but there was something missing in the speaker I came to be: a listener. All I had managed to prepare for all those anonymous faces was an anonymous face. The mask was just right but no one was looking at them through it.
    [p 168]

  • ...by speaking well I practiced only the art of silencing others.
    [p 168]

  • A lover came to the dwelling of the Beloved and asked to be admitted.
    "Who is there?" the Beloved asked.
    "I am here," the lover answered.
    The Beloved refused to admit the lover. After wandering in grief and longing for years the lover returned to the Beloved and begged to be admitted.
    "Who is there?"
    "You alone are there," the lover responded.
    The door opened.
    --A Sufi Story
    [p 169]

  • I am not even sure why I tell the story here. You might say I was looking around for a story to illustrate something I wanted to say about mysticism. But, in fact, it didn't happen that way. The story appeared quite on its own without announcing itself as a mystical story. It popped up with as little connection to anything around it as when I first heard it. It has done this before, often. So it is not quite correct that I suddenly remembered the story. It is rather that I never really forgot it. The story has a life of its own. It elbows its way into whatever I am thinking whenever it wishes. I don't search for it; it comes after me. In ordinary speech I would say, "the story occurred to me."

    The story came after Gerry as well. Even if it started with her mother, it had a persistent energy her mother could not have given it. It awoke a listener in Gerry's childhood that would not go back to sleep in her adulthood. But it awoke a listener in me as well. Why would a tale so contrary to fact and seemingly silly persist in seizing our attention unless there were a listener in us awake to something we could not yet notice?
    [p 171]

  • Story and fact are always in uneasy tension with each other. No matter how carefully we line up the historical data or how honestly we report the actual events through which we have lived, these do not by themselves tell the story of our lives. To tell all is not to tell a tale. Getting the facts straight is not enough to find the story to which they belong. In fact, getting the facts straight is a very different activity from that of finding a story that can be "faithful" to the facts.

    The faithfulness of stories to fact is often the way we evaluate them. "Is that story true?" "Did that really happen?" But stories seem to have a life of their own that allows them to race on without so much as a glance at the factual.

    Because of their inherent liveliness, stories command a sharper attention than facts, however appropriate facts may be to the matter under discussion. The way an audience is visibly awakened by a narrative example during an otherwise precisely factual lecture shows that stories touch us closer to a listener's center than accurate descriptions of objective states of affairs. Gerry would not have grabbed my Milwaukee Braves cap and slid over to her corner of the front seat to lecture on the mechanics of her conception and delivery, nor if she had would I have remembered. The mythic story of her birth was abruptly invalidated by a few physiological details but it obviously had far too much vitality to be buried by the truth.
    [pp 171-172]

  • From the fact that the resonance in Gerry's birth story is essentially bottomless we learn not that it was so remarkable a tale but that even the most usual stories around which our lives shape themselves are rich with echoes of deeper tales. Our self-understanding has a thoroughly narrative character. The self we know is a self on the way, a self in the midst of its passage.
    [p 176]

  • Mystics speak frequently of the mystical path, the narrative journey of the soul to the One. It never happens that the lover goes directly to the dwelling of the Beloved and is admitted at once. Because the lover is mistaken about t Posted by robbie at November 10, 2005 03:12 PM | TrackBack
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