| What is the self, the ‘me’, the ego, of which you are all so proud and fight each other? What is that ‘you’? Is it not merely a bundle of memories, frustrations, anxieties, fears and hopes? The ‘me’ that is everlastingly in battle with you, the ‘me’ that is isolating itself, as you are isolating yourself, is a series of memories and words. And thought lives on that. Thought has created that ‘me’ – as the ‘soul’, as the ‘higher self’, as all kinds of inventions, but it is still memory, the result of propaganda, the result of accumulated knowledge racially, and so on. From a Public Talk, Florence, 29 October 1970 Read more |
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