Materialism, that nothing exists but matter, is the prevailing and the persistent activity of human beings who are affluent and those who are not. There's a whole block of the world which is dedicated to materialism; the structure of its society is based upon this formula, with all its consequences. The other blocks are also materialistic but some kind of idealistic principles are accepted when it's convenient and discarded under the name of rationality and necessity. In changing the environment, violently or slowly, revolution or evolution, the behaviour of man is changed according to the culture in which he lives. It is an age-old conflict between those who believe man is matter and those who pursue the spirit. This division has brought such misery, confusion, illusion to man.

Thought is material and its activity, outer or inner, is materialistic. Thought is measurable and so it is time. Within this area, consciousness is matter. Consciousness is its content; the content is consciousness; they are inseparable. The content is the many things which thought has put together: the past modifying the present which is the future which is time. Time is movement within the area which is consciousness, expanded or contracted. Thought is memory, experience and knowledge, and this memory, with its images and its shadows, is the self, the ''me" and the "not me", the «we» and «they». The essence of division is the self with all its attributes and qualities. Materialism only gives strength and growth to the self. The self may and does identify itself with the State, with

идеологией, с деятельностью «не-я», религиозной или мирской, но она по-прежнему остаётся личностью. Её верования сотворены ею самой, как и её удовольствия и страхи. Мысль по самой своей природе и структуре фрагментарна, и конфликт и война происходят между различными фрагментами, национальностями, расами и идеологиями. Материалистически мыслящее человечество погубит себя, если оно полностью не откажется от личности. Отказ от личности (от "я") всегда имеет первостепенное значение. И только в результате такой революции может быть создано новое общество.

Отказ от личности — это любовь, сострадание: сострадание ко всем — к голодающим, страдающим, бездомным, а также к материалисту и верующему. Любовь — не сентиментальность, не романтизм; это нечто такое же властное и окончательное, как смерть.

С моря медленно полз туман, окутывая западные холмы, перекатываясь по их гребням подобно огромным волнам; он спускался в долину и вскоре доберётся сюда; с приближением ночной темноты станет прохладнее. Звёзд не будет, и наступит полное безмолвие. Это — подлинное безмолвие, а не безмолвие, которое взрастила мысль, в котором нет пространства.

МАЛИБУ

1 апреля 1975

Даже в эти ранние утренние часы солнце было жарким и обжигающим. Ветра не было, и ни один листок не колебался. В древнем храме было прохладно и приятно, босые ноги ощущали твёрдые каменные плиты, их

an ideology, with activities of the «non-me», religious or secular, but it is still the self. Its beliefs are self-created, as are its pleasures and fears. Thought by its very nature and structure is fragmentary, and conflict and war are between the various fragments, the nationalities, the races and ideologies. A materialistic humanity will destroy itself unless the self is wholly abandoned. The abandonment of the self is always of primary importance. And only from this revolution a new society can be put together.

The abandonment of the self is love, compassion: passion for all things the starving, the suffering, the homeless and for the materialist and the believer. Love is not sentimentality, romanticism; it is as strong and final as death.

Slowly the fog from the sea came over the western hills like huge waves; it folded itself over the hills and down into the valley and it would presently reach up here; it would become cooler with the coming darkness of the night. There would be no stars and there would be complete silence. It is a factual silence and not the silence which thought has cultivated, in which there is no space.

MALIBU

1 ST APRIL 1975

Even so early in the morning the sun was hot and burning. There wasn't a breeze and not a leaf was stirring. In the ancient temple it was cool and pleasant; the bare feet were aware of the solid slabs of rocks, their