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And if I forget how many times I have been here, and in how many shapes, this forgetting is the necessary interval of darkness between every pulsation of light. I return in every baby born.

And here was the bitter paradox of adolescense: alone, I was most myself, most true. But the self that really mattered was the self that was visible, the self that could be shown to other people.

And in any case, I am someone else now. This seems to contradict earlier assertions that you are in old age the person you always were. What I mean is that old age has different needs, different satisfactions, a different outlook. I remember my young self, and I am not essentially changed, but I perform otherwise today. There are things I no longer want, things I no longer do, things that are now important.

And I Said To My Soul, Be Loud Madden me back to an afternoon I carry in me not like a wound but like a will against a wound Give me again enough man to be the child choosing my own annihilations To make of this severed limb a wand to conjure a weapon to shatter dark matter of the dirt daubers' nests galaxies of glass Whacking glints bash-dancing on the cellar's fire I am the sound the sun would make if the sun could make a sound and the gasp of rot stabbed from the compost's lumpen living death is me O my life my war in a jar I shake you and shake you and may the best ant win For I am come a whirlwind of wasted things and I will ride this tantrum back to God until my fixed self, my fluorescent self my grief–nibbling, unbewildered, wall–to–wall self withers in me like a salted slug

And I went into the new year loving myself a little less, but a little more where it actually mattered.

And like my comrades, I too have tasted the bittersweet assurance that I would be okay with myself. And like so many others out there, I have given that dream away to the wind and its power over the trees.

And like Vera, I know that "truth lies beyond." I know that faith - like chastity, like intimacy, like the journey to the self - is an ongoing process. Yes, we do walk the labyrinth to the center of every greater knowledge of ourselves as we do in books like Gordimer's. We may also learn from them, as Vera learned, that no single human relationship can fulfill us, draw a small circle around who we are or can be. Others, alas, are as limited, as frail - and as mortal - as we are. We will be compelled, somehow, to leave the center we have found, and continue on our journey. For, self-transcending beings that we are, it is not the center that symbolizes our true selves but the entire labyrinth. If we are courageous enough not to give up on life, on human relationships, or on ourselves - as we surmise from the tone of the last passage is the case with Vera - we will walk it many times, inward and outward, each time going more deeply within, each time reaching out in a wider embrace. And we will have, thanks to the writers among us, not a single book - no single book can satisfy us, either - but many books to accompany us like intimate friends at each stage of the journey, to lead us yet closer to the truth that, as long as we live, lies beyond.

And myself? Observe me. There is something to be gained from my surface uses, and perhaps a little more from my lower depths, but my very bottom? That's where I am alone, the observer and the observed.

And people turn to internet with the hope that in this virtual world, where real identity need not be disclosed, they will find someone before whom they could be their true self,without any pretensions and get an opportunity to release the pent-up emotions and feel light.

And this is the most provocative situation, is it not? It invites abuse, manipulation, tyranny, subjection. A person is supposed to accommodate herself--himself--absolutely to another person. It is unnatural. OK, but it's nature that sets it up in the first place. Of course, of course. It is unnatural and provocative and precarious and challenging. It demands forbearance and stamina and abnormal powers of empathy and perception. It is also... And yes, it is also all those other things. The opposite. The converse. The place you want to be.

A Neuroscientist can be the smartest man (or woman) on earth in his understanding of the human mind. He may know all the neurochemical changes underlying an outrageous behavior of a person. But when he gets mad himself, very little of his own scientific intellect would actually come in handy for him to control his rage. The virtue of self-control is a skill, which requires practice, regardless of all the neurobiological expertise in the world.

A newcomer to a city should first look for a suitable room for resting at night. After securing the room and keeping the luggage there, he or she may go out for sightseeing. Otherwise it'll be a lot of suffering to find a place to rest in the darkness of the night. Similarly, upon securing the eternal resting place in Self, one can freely roam around doing his or her daily works.

Anger gets you into trouble, ego keeps you in trouble.

An illusion can become a half-truth, a mask can alter the expression of a face.

An insipid voice message or an incongruent emergence from the “other” world may disrupt our whole thinking system. If we are not able to deal with the fragmentation of our self and assess the deconstruction of our identity, a corny incident could easily capsize our being. A misinterpretation of facts and expectations may perturb our awareness and unsettle our perception. When “I” and “me” don’t get along very well, the road to oneness may be very often bumpy. (“Alors, tout a basculé”)

... an interesting feature was that individual who had the opportunity to resist the discrepant feedback displayed little self rating change, even though they did not believe that they had succeeded in modifying the confederates appraisal of them

An individual, a thing apart from its environment, and apart from all things in that environment; an individual was a type of thing for which symbols were inadequate, and so names were invented . I am invented. I am not a round warm blue room. I am someone in that room; I am—

Another important way in which the erotic connection functions is the open and fearless underlining of my capacity for joy, in the way my body stretches to music and opens into response, harkening to its deepest rhythms so every level upon which I sense also opens to the erotically satisfying experience whether it is dancing, building a bookcase, writing a poem, or examining an idea. That self-connection shared is a measure of the joy which I know myself to be capable of feeling, a reminder of my capacity for feeling. And that deep and irreplaceable knowledge of my capacity for joy comes to demand from all of my life that it be lived within the knowledge that such satisfaction is possible, and does not have to be called marriage, nor god, nor an afterlife. This is one reason why the erotic is so feared, and so often relegated to the bedroom alone, when it is recognized at all. For once we begin to feel deeply all the aspects of our lives, we begin to demand from ourselves and from our life-pursuits that they feel in accordance with that joy which we know ourselves to be capable of. Our erotic knowledge empowers us, becomes a lens through which we scrutinize all aspects of our existence, forcing us to evaluate those aspects honestly in terms of their relative meaning within our lives. And this is a grave responsibility, projected from within each of us, not to settle for the convenient, the shoddy, the conventionally expected, nor the merely safe.

Any advice which does not lead to self-improvement is misleading.

A person has to be comfortable in his or her own skin.

aphorism 90: I am incorrigible. I would have every object of the universe mechanically predictable but myself.

A person’s character is a reflection of one’s many journeys.

A person tastes the sweet pride of doer-ship by saying ‘I did this so well’. The taste of this subtle pride seems to be very sweet. There is suffering with the false imputation (of doer-ship). God is in the state of eternal bliss, and that is indeed the nature of the Self!

A real friend is one who helps us to think our best thoughts, do our noblest deeds, and be our finest selves.

A reputable person is he who has trust in his own Self. Self means who? “I am Pure Soul”, it is that Self.

Aren't we all in varying degrees, captives in our own personal prisons, bound by our limiting habits?

A reputable person is he who has trust in his own Self. Who is Self? That which is “I am Pure Soul”!

As long as one finds faults with the world, he won’t be able to find anything about the Soul (Self). He who sees his own faults is the Soul (Self) himself!

Aside from myself, there was no sign of me.

Ask the questions. Do not just accept anything without question.

As long as one is involved in worldly interactions, there is pleasure of the mind; and after knowing the Self (Soul), there is bliss of the Soul.

As long as there is a slightest self gain motive, no one will be able to speak the truth.

As long as the egoism is alive, ‘my-ness’ remains within the self.

As long as there is happiness within, no man will spoil anything for others. Only an unhappy person will spoil things for others. An unhappy person will instigate others. A happy person will try to make others happy.

As much upayog (applied awareness) as one can keep, that much authority has been created. If one can keep upayog for five hours, then the authority for five hours has been created. If complete swa-satta (authority of the Self) occurs, then he has become God.

A rich life is lived from a giving heart not a selfish mind.

As an author who writes motivated with elevated consciousness in humanitarian interests, I believe life application and guidance given should always start and finish with self.

As I, my real self, grew older, I entered more and more into the substance of my dreams. One may dream, and even in the midst of the dream be aware that he is dreaming, and if the dream be bad, comfort himself with the thought that it is only a dream. This is a common experience with all of us. And so it was that I, the modern, often entered into my dreaming, and in the consequent strange dual personality was both actor and spectator. And right often have I, the modern, been perturbed and vexed by the foolishness, illogic, obtuseness, and general all-round stupendous stupidity of myself, the primitive.

As I write, there rises somewhere in my head that queer and very pleasant sense of something which I want to write; my own point of view...

As long as one experiences oneness with the relative self (dehadhyas) of ‘I am’ in this unsteady part of mind, body, intellect, the chit and the ego, one will not find one’s real Self and he will not experience the bliss of the real Self.

As long as one does not have Knowledge of the Self, his renunciation (tyaag) will give result. And after attaining the Knowledge of the Self, there is no renunciation; there is only a vow (vrat). A vow is that which prevails on its own.

As long as there is agnan (ignorance of the Self), the Self (Atma) is a gneya (an object to be known; realized). After Self-realization, the Self is the Knower (Gnata).

A soul is a book of who we are, and living is unfolding the truth of our soul ,that is your guide map through life. Life is about finding out the best path for us based on your innate god given disposition. We must understand and feel what path is best for us, and trust it when we know. We were not created different just to be oppressed into being the same.

As the sun, revealer of all objects to the seer, is not harmed by the sinful eye, nor by the impurities of the objects it gazes on, so the one Self, dwelling in all, is not touched by the evils of the world. (The Upanishads: Breath of the Eternal, pg. 35)

As the Self [Pure Soul], one never dies; it is only the beliefs that die.

At one point in my life you'll have my best but not my whole.

As the new year began, [Patricia Highsmith] felt completely paralysed, incapable of reading or picking up the phone. 'I can feel my grip loosening on my self,' she wrote. 'It is like strength failing in the hand that holds me above an abyss.' She wished there was a more awful-sounding word for what she was feeling than simply 'depression'. She wanted to die, she said, but then realised that the best course of action would be to endure the wretchedness until it passed. Her wish was, 'Not to die, but not to exist, simply, until this is over'.

A true swarthi (interested in the Self) will become the absolute Self! This is considered paraartha (for the non-Self). A swarthi will attain the ‘Self’.

Attachment-abhorrence is an ‘effect’ and ignorance (of the self) is the ‘cause’!

A truly free man is not free 'from' anything, nor free 'to' anything, he is just free. Free within himself.