The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any center to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it’s not true, there was no one.
“Have you noticed how, if a man passes quite close to you on a narrow pavement, you become all tense? The same tension takes place between planets…”
George Gurdjieff
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