Jiddu Krishnamurti narrates an anecdote where man finds delight in organizing and re-organizing the truth with the help of the mind. It does appear that the mind can look at anything only by dividing. When seeing happens through the mind - the act of seeing, separates the seer from the seen; with a mind that is silent - the seer becomes the seen. One becomes adept at writing this sort of thing after a stint with K stuff, zen and such like.
The theatre fest concluded yesterday. Was in pain because of a sore throat and found breathing difficult. Pain drives away all enthusiasm - and reveals the hanging sword that shall one day bring our physical selves to transit into the earth.
When morning came, I put together the framework for the talk. Thought of Rashid Khan and music, weighed theatre against music and watched the conditioned mind at work - dis-ordering and ordering! I must go back to Tibet!
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