From The Temptation of St. Anthony, Hieronymus Bosch
It would be called a “magical” process by most people; and yet it is merely—if we dare use the word— spiritual, that is, it relates to factual matters of the soul, which are so very different from the factual matters that dominate ordinary experience. The soul lives in a wonderfully dark place; it belongs there, where it cannot so easily be seen, but dwells in a light so subtle and refined that no natural eyes can ever see it. This, too, is where our heart dwells: in close contact with the soul, so close that they are, as it were, brother and sister.
Some will probably remember that Gurdjieff once said to Ouspensky that the one thing a person did not want to give up was their own suffering; and of course this sounds confusing, in light of this series of essays. What he meant, you see, was his outer suffering, his egoistic suffering. Almost all of our suffering is egoistic; yet when one encounters real inner suffering, there is nothing of the ego in it — nothing whatsoever.