personality itself cannot be alive—it is dead.

This requires a conscious effort at the moment of the impression. And it requires a definite feeling, a feeling of love for being, for being present. We must respond to impressions no longer from the vantage point of personality but from love for being present. This will transform our whole way of thinking and feeling.

But I blindly trust my feelings. I never doubt them. I believe they express a pure vision and do not see that they really reflect implacable conditioning.

But in fact I am acted upon, moved by forces that I know nothing about.

If it is not lived by all the parts of myself, I will remain as I am—passive and wholly at the disposition of surrounding forces.

To be true would mean to ask myself how much I can face this situation. Always

I must see myself blindly believing, again and again, in what my thinking or my emotion tells me.

So I do not really see, I am not in direct contact with what I see.

It is an affection that embraces everything that I see and is indifferent to nothing. I need to see.