There simply is no such animal as, enlightening-criticism. This is at complete natural odds with your natural mind, and there is no evidence to support it and no way to prove it. But the True Few can rely on its validity as solidly as they can the sun’s appearance tomorrow morning, or the next breath they will take.
This offers an instantly available, always operational tool for the really anxious and alert. All criticism of life is the sound of snoring; of abject ignorance of what life is about and man’s place in it. There are no exceptions to this, no way out, and you either get it or you don’t. Even while you don’t, it can be of inestimable value to just keep remembering the idea. Even if you do not fully understand it, or even actually believe it to be true, just keep interrupting the ordinary flow of fault finding thoughts through you with your own unnatural comment:
“All criticism is sleep.
All resistance to anything mental is an admission of ignorance.
Any comment about life is an embarrassment.”
There is not only nothing negative to be said about life, there is nothing to be said – save by the crowd. The smart man lets other hamsters run the secondary wheel. It must be turned, and there is no shortage of willing hamsters, A man with a keen ear will hear the kernel of this and undertake not to let his consciousness be constantly composed-of, and totally overtaken-by the meaningless, not-understood-at-all critical comments life relentlessly feeds the collective, natural minds of men. If your consciousness, at any given instant, is resisting something mental, you are comprehending nothing about life. It is truly that, plain and simple, and thus offers a solid place from which to start and prosecute your pursuit.
Seeing-to-the-bottom-of-things is as scattered and complex as the universe itself. Yet as simple and close by as the lens of your eyeball, there is a physical reality and there is a bullshit one. They are both necessary for a normal, collective life, for an extraordinary understanding of life; and one of them is privately not.
Simulare auxillari conversic rota sed non ita experiri extraordinarius:
I appear to help turn the wheel, but I do not. Thus have I experienced something extraordinary. I realize what is really going on.
J.