and cut the chain of life with bad attention. And the other? The other would be the one to be alerted. Would receive the communication as if from nature, from a lake, from a forest! This other would be the being itself [alive].
Itens
Originais & Documentos
4 ENS
feeling of “shelter”.
whatever was conscious would not be disturbed in creation, would not have an enemy — and could even use the pretenses that are necessary for it to be true. there would be no one to notice these pretenses
5 ENS
if they understood with consciousness and the head. It was a wrong contact, caused an aridity, a short circuit! The communication had to be between someone who was not disturbed by the other’s consciousness. And this other, without consciousness, would have in itself only a
6 ENS
the friendships had dried up because of an essential moment and a kind of revulsion that followed.
It didn’t seem “natural” — and in this case “natural” was the antonym of “perverted” — it didn’t seem natural for people to
7 ENS
important thing soon noticed him, the eyes blinked. Not about tot the thing itself supposedly, but in regard in a conscious way, with modesty [mutual] concerning the fact that they touch on important things. Many
8 ENS
But the communication did not [do any good]. Deep down, he didn’t want her. She had already experienced the communication a thousand times, and it was always something dry and sensible. With friends: [they talked], [talked], and if for a moment they said something
3 EMSM
“Rien de l’imagination volontaire des professionnels. Ni thèmes, ni développements, ni construction, ni méthode.” (H.M.)
“…expérimenter les pouvoirs de l’esprit…”
Bertelé
4 EMSM
There’s an event that surrounds me, it’s due to me, it’s like me. Is it from outside or inside? It’s trying to get closer. I feel it more like a malaise. I’m sure it will resolve everything. I really miss this time lived without it, where I
19 EMSM
vacuum. Bored lion. I write well, etc. but one thing is missing. I suggest that I speak without having anything to say— he is silent. Human void. Missing is anything from life.
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The impression I got is that I reached an impasse, a dead end, the pure [word], that does not say anything anymore. The impression is that he thinks I’m done, unless
21 EMSM
I change. That I’m arid, and meaningless. The impression is that he thinks it’s a useless beauty and a bit precious and empty. He doesn’t know “for what” I write — that’s the impression. It seems to him (I think) that I don’t have neither ideas, from where to start, nor subjects to go toward. In the first book I still seem “interested”, then everything is the same.