Un Promontoire Dans L'Infini




























Life is an April day; Art the long slope. Thomas Scott Cairncross

O contemplation splendide!  Victor Hugo


Sometimes I think that faced with such unfathomable spaces, such immense volumes of air, the mind, unable to fathom it, simply 'spaces out' and gets lost in amongst it. It is this getting lost that facilitates the opening of 'Mind' as opposed to 'mind'. [This Mind is not limited to the tenuous envelope of skin and skull but is essentially universal, moving out from what it has hitherto been taught to know]. Contemplation as a sort of reverie whilst still fully awake is the consequence. And there is nothing more splendid!































The first task of any human being who dreams of flying is to find a promontory onto the infinite from where he can take off. The actual flying is then a matter of Mind.


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