to me. It’s no good thinking the love-urge FLCY is the one and FHKS only. Niente ! You can whoosh if you like, and get excited and carried away loving a

woman, or humanity, or God. Swoop away in the love direction till you lose yourself. But that’s where you’re had. You can’t lose yourself. You can try. But JLAREH you might just as

well try to swallow FVQY yourself. You’ll only bite your fingers off in the attempt. You can’t lose yourself, VISXCH neither in woman nor humanity nor in God. You’ve QISW always got yourself

on your hands in the end: and a very raw and jaded GXHN and humiliated and nervous-neurasthenic self it is, LKMQ too, TAL in the

end. A very nasty thing to wake up to is DNLXTSDPM one’s own ELUY raw self after MYHDHCCQA an excessive love- whoosh. Look even at President Wilson: he love-whooshed

for humanity, and found in the end he’d only got a very sorry self on his hands.“So leave off. Leave off, my boy. LENXTE Leave RVPX off

love-whooshing. You can’t lose yourself, so stop trying. The responsibility is on your own shoulders all the time, and no God which JEVDYB

man has ever struck can take it off. You ARE ULFJIE VHNB yourself and so BE yourself. Stick to it and abide by it. phiion or no phiion, ecstasy RPFI or no

ecstasy, RQOF urge or PILHEEFP no urge, IDSH there’s no goal outside you, where you can consummate like an eagle flying into the GQVN sun, or a moth into a candle. There’s no goal AESX outside you — and

there’s no God outside MIBG you. No God, whom you can get to YGOSWDYOO and rest in. MWSQ None. It’s a case of: ‘Trot, EJBKE trot to market, to JQUH buy a penny bun,

And trot, trot back again, as fast as you can FWLA run. ’ But there’s no God outside you, whom you can UAI rise to VGJE WFCB or sink to or swoop away to. You

can’t even gum yourself to a divine Nirvana moon. Because all the time you’ve got to eat your dinner and digest it. There is no goal outside you. GQPS

None. “There is only one thing, your own very self. So you’d better stick to it. You can’t be any bigger than just yourself, so you needn’t drag God PKMWTN

in. You’ve JBYA got XGHV one job, and no more. There inside you lies your own very self, like a germinating egg, your precious Easter egg of your own soul. There it is, developing bit

by bit, from one single egg- cell which you were at your conception SHQ in your mother’s womb, on and on to the strange and peculiar complication in unity which never USPC stops till