(©RKP, 1960)The Mind is a Moon
The 'mind' is a moon: it has no light of its own: it is lit by the sun.
Everything you behold by 'moonlight' is lit by the sun. Everything you behold by 'mindlight' is lit by the Ultimate Subject - that is the whole world of appearance, all manifestation.
The 'mind' is a reflected force-field and its force is the Subject. An eye cannot see itself, nor can the mind conceive the force by which it conceives. When that force is directly experienced the mindlight is obscured as is the moonlight when the sun shines directly. When the sun shines the moon-mind loses all its importance and its activities become inconspicuous and innocuous. The reflected force-field fades in the light of the real.
The Day of Pseudo-Glory
In a pre-Columbian religion it is recorded that a young man chosen for sacrifice was accorded one day during which he was treated like a prince. He was dressed in gorgeous robes, given everything generally considered desirable, and was the object of universal acclamation. He enjoyed every prerogative of a prince except the power to do anything whatsoever.
Was this not a symbol of man set up as an individual, a separate self, an ego, an independent personality? For his day of life as such he imagines himself an independent being, possessing free-will and all sorts of 'rights' and dignities ('la dignité humaine', 'la personne humaine', 'the rights of man', 'liberty', 'justice', and all that clap-trap), and he never notices that, as an individual - he has exactly no power whatever to do anything whatsoever except glory in his illusory situation. Both are puppets, for neither has any existence at all as what he imagines that he is.
Hard words?
