Monday, July 14, 2008

One never knows

In my efforts to take the time for some other areas of life, there are less posts right now than at other times. In particular, I have learned the value of pacing myself rather than slamming myself into every activity I engage in with too much energy--and not enough patience.

So I'm balancing my personal enterprises between this one, the execution of some new pieces of artwork, my family responsibilities, the careful attention to some respectable pieces of cooking, and a bit more attention than usual for our three cats and the dog. Along with time to just take in nature, as it is.

Today, rather than plumbing the cosmic depths of some specific esoteric idea, I just want to offer a personal soliloquy.

There are moments in life when one begins to see the futility of attempting to extend one's work beyond the parameters of one's own inner life and one's immediate environs.

To be sure, we all have grandiose impressions of ourselves, our potential, our abilities, the way we can affect things and the way things can affect us. On rare occasions, those impressions may contain a grain of truth. Abraham Lincoln, for example, was aware of the fact that he was exceptional, and certain that he had the ability to leave a mark that would be remembered by his fellow man. Despite an early life of continual setbacks and failures, he never stopped trying to improve himself, and when the moment came, he was prepared to step into shoes so big that no one since his time has been able to wear them.

Most of us aren't destined for larger than life legacies. It is all we can do to step into the intimacy of our own life itself, and make an honest effort to plumb the depths of what we are within this moment, and within ourselves. That, of course, is the aim of inner work--which is quite different than the outer work that Abraham Lincoln so selflessly undertook on behalf of his fellow men.

Both kinds of work are necessary, but only one kind feeds the inner life and the growth of the immortal soul.

In some ways, each one of us has to make a choice between centers of gravity as we go through life: either the internal, or the external. There are some people who manage to walk the line between fame and inner work successfully, but I think they are rare. For the rest of us, we have to discern what is more important to us: to be important in the external world, or to grow something different within ourselves that has integrity and balance.

When I was young, I wanted to be a famous artist. As I grew older, this became less and less important to me, and by now, the center of gravity has shifted 180 degrees. I no longer want to be famous, and I no longer want to be an artist. I may still be a person who draws things and makes things, but I would rather go quietly through life, without any celebration or recognition.

What is important to me is to try and see how I am, and this is no easy thing. It is much more difficult, for example, than being an artist. With enough training, and enough inside knowledge of the tricks of the trade, anyone can do a fine painting. Gurdjieff made a point of this often enough with his contention that a man who observes carefully can do anything externally. Much is made of that lore in the stories that get passed around in the Gurdjieff work.

Inner work is much trickier. It requires a balance that is only born through humility, and chemical substances that don't get acquired reflexively. It also requires help from a different level, help of a kind that we are unaware of and don't even know how to ask for. Above all, I think it involves a change in what the Buddhists call the ego-state.

Let us consider the word "state" here as though it referred not to a condition, but a government. The many "I's" within us are a corporate structure, an inner governing body that continually squabbles, and is just as dysfunctional as the American Congress.

Anyone who lives in America can see that our system of government is a perfect reflection of Gurdjieff's "doctrine of I's." Every few minutes, some new actor appears on the stage to derail the process of consensus: the system is dominated by greed, bribery, chicanery, influence, and subterfuge. Problems get studied endlessly, but no solutions are ever offered. Every moment of decision making seems to end up being nothing more than a decision to lurch to the next moment of decision making.

We complain about the government, the corporate structure, and the way that it ruthlessly sucks everything into its vortex. People speak this way about almost every government.

How many of us see that our inner lives are exactly the same?

Of course, it has to be that way. Man cannot, in his external state, create institutions that are any better than the ones he has within himself. On the rare occasions when a man who has a superior inner quality, such as Abraham Lincoln, comes along, he can change everything. That man, however, is never the man that anyone expects him to be -- Lincoln, after all, was a dark horse, an outsider, and the most unlikely of presidential candidates -- and he never does what people expect him to.

The first thing that Lincoln did after he was elected, for example, was to take all his rivals and form his cabinet from them. In other words, he made his enemies his friends. This is really a kind of genius -- to take all of these squabbling, bickering parts that don't work together, introduce them to each other, and help them to see the benefit of mutual support, instead of dissension.

For myself, if I don't try to see the inner state, and its lack of unity, I cannot begin to change the government. Ego is a government of I The Person; inner change is movement towards a government of We The People. The inner government must become one of a tripartite nature: powerful, intelligent, compassionate. Each of those parts must balance each other and work together.

Increasingly, the steps in this direction are, for me, very personal. I have learned that one can know a great deal, and even understand a great deal, and yet be unable to pass that on to other people. The knowledge that one gets from another is often practically useless; it may be filled with amazing facts, but facts are not reality. They are just reflections of it. It is only our own encounter with reality, and how deeply we drink it in, that creates a man's inner life, and his soul.

Neal and I were walking the famous dog Isabel Saturday morning early, up the road that leads from the salt marsh at the mouth of the Sparkill creek towards Old Tappan, and I sensed it thus.

In the Gurdjieff work, we have a massive form, composed of "the ideas." One can read "In Search of the Miraculous," or other books from the ouevre, and encounter thousands of important facts about the universe, the nature of work, and so on. Nonetheless, even if one studies these ideas for years, and masters certain aspects of understanding, none of that information contains the world within it.

Walking up the road by the creek, seeing the trees, the birds, the rocks, the shrubs and the flowers and even the light that penetrates the air -- all of this transcends everything one ever intellectually learns about the nature of the cosmos. There is more contained within one real moment like this than in every book that was ever written.

We are vessels into which the world flows. If we truly understood that -- understood it, rather than just hearing the words or thinking about it --that would be a tremendous help to our work. And that work is a personal work, a loving work in which we learn how to love ourselves in the right way. A work that creates a new form of self-valuation that consists of questions about everything we do, everything we think, every emotion we feel, every sensation that strikes us. Gentle questions, not harsh judgments. Participation, not rejection.

A form that is about how it is right here, rather than what it might be like over there.

May your roots find water, and your leaves know sun.


  1. Amen. Just to remember, that this too will pass. The outer ambition will return, the ego will rear it's head, and take us in dreams to the grandiose.

    I have been in several mental hospitals. I consider it a special honor to have been allowed to see them from the inside, and I have meet many "Jesuses", many "Lincolns". Most of them were very sweet and loving people who had been caught in a kind of closed spiral that they could not get out of.

    The world will have it's Lincolns and it's Gandhi's, but by and large, they pay a terrible price for their position in world history. Mr. Gurdjieff himself said that to escape the laws one must remain invisible to great nature -- otherwise she will take measures. I often think that the greatest single accomplishment of Shakespeare is that we are not sure who he actually was. This permits him a degree of freedom that pivotal people in history do not have.

    Mr. Gurdjieff also often said that 200 conscious people could change the entire world, but what does that mean? Does it mean that 200 conscious people step out onto the world stage? I think not. The yogis have a belief that those who hold up the world do so invisibly, perhaps meditating in caves.

    On another note -- I have been speaking to a man who was once quite "normal" but who has gone over to Islam and become a Muslim. He no longer listens to music or looks at art. He lives by stricture -- locked in scrupulosity and a fierce ethical and moral demand which has hypnotized him. I wrote him of the jihad, and how although it is said that there are two, the inner and the outer, that there is really only one -- the inner jihad. What we face when we look at the outer world IS ourselves.

    Islam means submission. He has become a fundamentalist, so I asked him; how can you submit another to the will of God/Allah? Submission at the edge of the sword or upon fear of the Inquisition is not submission. One can only submit oneself. There is no other jihad. The inner jihad is also the outer. I am sure my words fell on deaf ears, but it was my responsibility to say them.

    Our work is for the Earth, not "man". The silent and invisible affects of our work on ourselves helps the Earth and the Solar System and perhaps the galaxy. I will leave politics to those who feel that urge. Myself, I am trying to dismantle my defences and do my own jihad. I am a tiny creature endowed with conscience and consiousness. I am not able to force change upon the visible world. But in the invisible realm, I exercise diligently, in silence, in awe and gratitude, which makes me a friend to Mr. Gurdieff, who understood.


  2. It would seem that those who reach a certain state of inner understanding and withdraw from the insanity of the outer world are just the ones who might possibly be able to deal with the absurd situation we have gotten ourselves into.

  3. And yet, "Man is a being who can do, and to do means to act consciously and by one's own initiave."

  4. What is so very interesting about what aaron hoopes adds to our dialogue is that his comment begs some huge questions.

    He says "It would seem that those who reach a certain state of inner understanding and withdraw from the insanity of the outer world are just the ones who might possibly be able to deal with the absurd situation we have gotten ourselves into."

    Sure, but...

    Why would someone who has reached a state of inner understanding want to "help" us out of the "absurd situation" we have gotten ourselves in?

    Perhaps the Man of real understanding understands that things are exactly as they are "supposed" to be, and all the cry about man despoiling his own nest and the Earth is irrelevant to the real needs of the Earth.

    Man always thinks "from himself"; HIS actions are responsible for some or other tragedy or inhumanity. But that's almost certainly an oxymoron: "inhumanity" decribes the actions of so many that it should be called human action and the actions of a Real Human Being ought to be called something else entirely.

    But the Earth knows exactly what she is doing and she wants "man" to act exactly as he is acting. He is not apart from Great Nature, no matter what he thinks.

    I read that there appeared a huge green slime of algae right where the Chines plan to hold the sailing race during their upcoming Olympics. Miles and miles of thick green stuff has gone growth crazy and they are hauling it away in giant wheelbarrels. I though, how nice! The Earth is compensating for the extra CO2 by allowing more green algae, which use the CO2 as food. Perfect. And the price of gasoline? Let it go through the roof, and then we'll go back to walking.

    And if the outer "world" blows itself up, why should the "man of understanding" care? Why would a Man of "knowledge" want to bother dealing with an "absurd situation"?

    I could run this line of thinking into the ground, but I have already overstated my point. But surely a man of understanding knows the range and size of his purview and the line of work which is HIS task, and doesn't bother wasting ANY energy on things over which he cannot possibly exercise any real incursion of his will.

    In this way, he might actually get something DONE. He might DO something, even if that "something" is invisible and unrecognizable. Let's not forget, we are following the way of the "Sly Man", the clever one, who knows how to "tack into the wind", and who knows where he got his "knowledge"?

    As Mr. Gurdjieff said, maybe he got it from some old book; maybe he bought it; maybe he stole it; maybe he became the Devil's best friend to get it. It doesn't matter. This special understanding is not transferable: it is un-understandable understanding. Only he who knows, knows. It takes gold, to make gold, as the alchemists used to say.



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