asking for more; there was never the more, the more was in the valley far below. Because it was not a man-made shrine, there was unfathomable sacredness which would never again leave you, for it was not yours.

In the early morning when the sun had not yet touched the tops of the trees, the deer and the bear were there; we watched each other, wide-eyed and wondering; the earth was common to us and fear was absent. The blue jays and the red squirrels would come soon; the squirrel was tame and friendly. You had nuts in your pocket and it took them out of your hand; when the squirrel had had enough the two jays would hop down from the branches and the scolding would stop. And the day began.

Sensuality in the world of pleasure has become very important. Taste dictates and soon the habit of pleasure takes hold; though it may harm the whole organism, pleasure dominates. Pleasure of the senses, of cunning and subtle thought, of words and of the images of mind and hand is the culture of education, the pleasure of violence and the pleasure of sex. Man is moulded to the shape of pleasure, and all existence, religious or otherwise, is the pursuit of it. The wild exaggerations of pleasure are the outcome of moral and intellectual conformity. When the mind is not free and aware, then sensuality becomes a factor of corruption which is what is going on in the modern world. Pleasure of money and sex dominate. When man has become a secondhand human being, the expression of sensuality is his freedom. Then love is pleasure and desire.

рганизованные развлечения, религиозные или коммерческие, ведут к социальной и личной аморальности; вы перестаёте быть ответственным. Целостно реагировать на любой вызов — значит быть ответственным, полностью ответственным.[11] Но это невозможно, когда самая сущность мышления фрагментарна, а погоня за удовольствиием, во всех его явных и тонких формах, является основным проявлением (движением) существования. Удовольствие — это не радость; радость и удовольствие — совершенно разные вещи; радость приходит незваной, удовольствие — культивируется, воспитывается; радость является, когда нет «я», удовольствие связывает временем; где одно, там нет другого. Удовольствие, страх и насилие идут вместе; они — неразлучные спутники. Учение путём наблюдения является действием, это действие есть видение.

Вечером, когда приближалась темнота, сойки и белки уснули. Вечерняя звезда только что зажглась, а шумы дня и памяти затихли. Эти гигантские секвойи стояли недвижно. Они пребудут вне времени. Умирает лишь человек и печаль от этого.

21 октября 1973

Ночь была безлунной, и Южный Крест был отчётливо виден над пальмами. Солнце должно было взойти ещё нескоро, и в этой спокойной темноте все звёзды ярко сияли, казались очень близкими. Они излучали всепроникающий голубой свет, а река как будто их порождала. Южный Крест стоял обособленно, около него не было других звёзд. Не чувствовалось ни малейшего ветра, и земля, казалось, остановилась неподвижно, устав от деятельности человека. После сильных ливней следовало

Organized entertainment, religious or commercial, makes for social and personal immorality; you cease to be responsible. Responding wholly to any challenge is to be responsible, totally committed. This cannot be when the very essence of thought is fragmentary and the pursuit of pleasure, in all its obvious and subtle forms, is the principal movement of existence. Pleasure is not joy; joy and pleasure are entirely different things; the one is uninvited and the other cultivated, nurtured; the one comes when the «me» is not and the other is time-binding; where the one is the other is not. Pleasure, fear and violence run together; they are inseparable companions. Learning from observation is action, the doing is the seeing.

In the evening when the darkness was approaching, the jays and the squirrels had gone to bed. The evening star was just visible and the noises of the day and memory had come to an end. These giant sequoias were motionless. They will go on beyond time. Only man dies and the sorrow of it.

21 ST OCTOBER 1973

It was a moonless night and the Southern Cross was clear over the palm trees. The sun wouldn't be up for many hours yet; in that quiet darkness all the stars were very close to the earth and they were sparklingly bright; they were a penetrating blue and the river was giving birth to them. The Southern Cross was by itself without any other stars around it. There was no breeze and the earth seemed to stand still, weary of man's activity. It was going to be a lovely morning after the heavy rains