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When the time came for the shepherds to gather for their assembly, as they usually did every month, to report to the king on the condition of the flock, Gyges went there too, wearing a ring on his hand. While he was sitting among the shepherds, he happened to turn the ring so that the stone faced his palm, and as soon as he did so, Gyges became invisible, and those sitting beside him spoke of him as though he were absent. He was astonished, felt for the ring, and turned it so that the stone faced outward; as soon as he turned it, he became visible again. Noticing this, he began testing whether the ring truly possessed this power, and each time it turned out that as soon as he turned the stone toward his palm, Gyges became invisible, whereas when he turned the stone outward, he became visible.
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If there were two such rings—one on the hand of a just man and the other on that of an unjust man, then, presumably, neither of them would be so steadfast as to remain within the bounds of justice and resolutely refrain from appropriating another’s property...
(Plato, “The Republic”)

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<div class="bbWrapper">When the time came for the shepherds to gather for their assembly, as they usually did every month, to report to the king on the condition of the flock, Gyges went there too, wearing a ring on his hand. While he was sitting among the shepherds, he happened to turn the ring so that the stone faced his palm, and as soon as he did so, Gyges became invisible, and those sitting beside him spoke of him as though he were absent. He was astonished, felt for the ring, and turned it so that the stone faced outward; as soon as he turned it, he became visible again. Noticing this, he began testing whether the ring truly possessed this power, and each time it turned out that as soon as he turned the stone toward his palm, Gyges became invisible, whereas when he turned the stone outward, he became visible.<br /> ...<br /> If there were two such rings—one on the hand of a just man and the other on that of an unjust man, then, presumably, neither of them would be so steadfast as to remain within the bounds of justice and resolutely refrain from appropriating another’s property...<br /> (Plato, “The Republic”)</div>

 

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It is astonishing how easily you give up something that, just yesterday, you thought it impossible to part with.

Erich Maria Remarque. “A Time to Live and a Time to Die”

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<div class="bbWrapper">It is astonishing how easily you give up something that, just yesterday, you thought it impossible to part with.<br /> <br /> Erich Maria Remarque. “A Time to Live and a Time to Die”</div>

 

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Understand that the tongue can conceal the truth, but the eyes never can! You are asked an unexpected question; you do not even flinch, master yourself in an instant, and know what you need to say to conceal the truth. You speak very convincingly, and not a single wrinkle on your face moves, but alas, the truth, disturbed by the question, leaps from the depths of your soul into your eyes for a moment, and it is all over. It has been noticed, and you are caught!
(Mikhail Bulgakov, “The Master and Margarita”)

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<div class="bbWrapper">Understand that the tongue can conceal the truth, but the eyes never can! You are asked an unexpected question; you do not even flinch, master yourself in an instant, and know what you need to say to conceal the truth. You speak very convincingly, and not a single wrinkle on your face moves, but alas, the truth, disturbed by the question, leaps from the depths of your soul into your eyes for a moment, and it is all over. It has been noticed, and you are caught!<br /> (Mikhail Bulgakov, “The Master and Margarita”)</div>

 

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The commander turned sharply, hoping to catch the truth in midair. For the truth is not a beautiful creature living at the bottom of a well, but a timid bird that can be caught only by cunning.
(Joseph Conrad—“The Duel”)

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<div class="bbWrapper">The commander turned sharply, hoping to catch the truth in midair. For the truth is not a beautiful creature living at the bottom of a well, but a timid bird that can be caught only by cunning.<br /> (Joseph Conrad—“The Duel”)</div>

 

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Such is man: he truly cherishes only what has been taken away from him.

Erich Maria Remarque. The Black Obelisk

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<div class="bbWrapper">Such is man: he truly cherishes only what has been taken away from him.<br /> <br /> Erich Maria Remarque. The Black Obelisk</div>

 

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Right now, you evidently exist on five or more levels. Although there is a gap between this dimension and the others, when you connect with your Higher Self, you fill that gap; afterward, you begin to perceive the higher levels, and the higher levels begin to pay more attention to you—communication begins! This connection with your Higher Self is most likely the most important thing that can happen in your life—it is more important than understanding any information I will provide.
(Drünvalo Melchizedek, “The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life”)

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<div class="bbWrapper">Right now, you evidently exist on five or more levels. Although there is a gap between this dimension and the others, when you connect with your Higher Self, you fill that gap; afterward, you begin to perceive the higher levels, and the higher levels begin to pay more attention to you—communication begins! This connection with your Higher Self is most likely the most important thing that can happen in your life—it is more important than understanding any information I will provide.<br /> (Drünvalo Melchizedek, “The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life”)</div>

 

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“You’ve really started cawing!” the old crow squawked, flying over at the noise.
“You’re bringing disgrace on the crow’s good name, silly. Every bird lives by its own beak.” With that, she snatched the shell from beneath the young crow’s beak.
With her hooked beak, she clamped the mussel tight as a pair of pincers—you won’t slip away! She soared into the air with it, then from up high—whoosh!—flung it onto the rocks. The shell shattered, and there was the slug!


The young crow only gaped. But the old one was already down on the rocks. Gobble went the slug! And she said:
“Whoever cannot see beyond the end of their own beak will be left with nothing but that beak. Thank you for the treat!” And she flew away.

Two Crows. V. Bianki.

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<div class="bbWrapper">“You’ve really started cawing!” the old crow squawked, flying over at the noise.<br /> “You’re bringing disgrace on the crow’s good name, silly. Every bird lives by its own beak.” With that, she snatched the shell from beneath the young crow’s beak.<br /> With her hooked beak, she clamped the mussel tight as a pair of pincers—you won’t slip away! She soared into the air with it, then from up high—whoosh!—flung it onto the rocks. The shell shattered, and there was the slug!<br /> <br /> <br /> The young crow only gaped. But the old one was already down on the rocks. Gobble went the slug! And she said:<br /> “Whoever cannot see beyond the end of their own beak will be left with nothing but that beak. Thank you for the treat!” And she flew away.<br /> <br /> Two Crows. V. Bianki.</div>

 

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AUM36. Have you heard the prayer of the birds? Our little brethren know how to greet the Light. They find the finest expressions of wonder before the majesty of the Light. Plants reach toward the light, while people dream only of the stomach, when the spirit should be filled with the majesty of the Most High. Thus sacrilege is committed, akin to suicide. The finest hymns have been written, but they are read without a tremor of the heart—as the sound of shattered crockery. It is time to turn once more to the beginnings, so that even the example of our lesser brethren may again return us to the higher paths.
(Roerich, “AUM”)

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<div class="bbWrapper">AUM36. Have you heard the prayer of the birds? Our little brethren know how to greet the Light. They find the finest expressions of wonder before the majesty of the Light. Plants reach toward the light, while people dream only of the stomach, when the spirit should be filled with the majesty of the Most High. Thus sacrilege is committed, akin to suicide. The finest hymns have been written, but they are read without a tremor of the heart—as the sound of shattered crockery. It is time to turn once more to the beginnings, so that even the example of our lesser brethren may again return us to the higher paths.<br /> (Roerich, “AUM”)</div>

 

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Dawn shone in the east, and the golden ranks of clouds seemed to await the sun, as courtiers await their sovereign; the clear sky, the freshness of morning, the dew, the breeze, and the singing of the birds filled Liza’s heart with childish merriment; afraid of meeting someone she knew, she seemed not to walk but to fly.
A. S. Pushkin—“The Lady-Peasant” (Belkin’s Tales)

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<div class="bbWrapper">Dawn shone in the east, and the golden ranks of clouds seemed to await the sun, as courtiers await their sovereign; the clear sky, the freshness of morning, the dew, the breeze, and the singing of the birds filled Liza’s heart with childish merriment; afraid of meeting someone she knew, she seemed not to walk but to fly.<br /> A. S. Pushkin—“The Lady-Peasant” (Belkin’s Tales)</div>

 

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A few steps away from me, in a clearing among the bushes of green raspberries, stood a tall, slender girl in a pink striped dress with a white kerchief on her head; four young men crowded around her, and she took turns tapping them on the forehead with small gray flowers whose name I do not know, but which are familiar to children: these flowers form small pods and burst with a crack when you strike them against something hard. The young men willingly offered their foreheads—and there was something so charming, imperious, tender, teasing, and lovely in the girl’s movements (I saw her in profile) that I nearly cried out in surprise and delight and, it seemed, would have given everything in the world right then, just to have those delightful little fingers tap me on the forehead too.
(I. S. Turgenev, “First Love”)

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<div class="bbWrapper">A few steps away from me, in a clearing among the bushes of green raspberries, stood a tall, slender girl in a pink striped dress with a white kerchief on her head; four young men crowded around her, and she took turns tapping them on the forehead with small gray flowers whose name I do not know, but which are familiar to children: these flowers form small pods and burst with a crack when you strike them against something hard. The young men willingly offered their foreheads—and there was something so charming, imperious, tender, teasing, and lovely in the girl’s movements (I saw her in profile) that I nearly cried out in surprise and delight and, it seemed, would have given everything in the world right then, just to have those delightful little fingers tap me on the forehead too.<br /> (I. S. Turgenev, “First Love”)</div>

 

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The principle of our interaction with the world is a Möbius strip.
When we learn to accept ourselves and others as they are, we will solve practically all our problems.
All lessons come down to one thing—to love unconditionally. It is both easy and difficult.
V. Zhikarentsev, “The Path to Freedom,” Book 1

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<div class="bbWrapper">The principle of our interaction with the world is a Möbius strip.<br /> When we learn to accept ourselves and others as they are, we will solve practically all our problems.<br /> All lessons come down to one thing—to love unconditionally. It is both easy and difficult.<br /> V. Zhikarentsev, “The Path to Freedom,” Book 1</div>

 

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At last, our young storks had grown up completely. They were covered with feathers and began flying out of the nest. And then they gave us no peace at all—the little storks would not let us pass. The moment we appeared in the yard, they would fly down from the nest and rush headlong toward us, demanding food.

The adult stork seemed to realize that things would manage without him: he brought food to the chicks less and less often. For most of the day, he either wandered through the marsh, eating frogs, or dozed in a tree near the nest. The stork dozed in the tree, while the little storks chased us around the yard, demanding food.

One day, they followed us to the marsh. There were lots of frogs there.
The little storks began catching them themselves and completely forgot about us. From that day on, they flew to the marsh every morning—to hunt for frogs and other prey.

G. Skrebitsky Little Storks.

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<div class="bbWrapper">At last, our young storks had grown up completely. They were covered with feathers and began flying out of the nest. And then they gave us no peace at all—the little storks would not let us pass. The moment we appeared in the yard, they would fly down from the nest and rush headlong toward us, demanding food.<br /> <br /> The adult stork seemed to realize that things would manage without him: he brought food to the chicks less and less often. For most of the day, he either wandered through the marsh, eating frogs, or dozed in a tree near the nest. The stork dozed in the tree, while the little storks chased us around the yard, demanding food.<br /> <br /> One day, they followed us to the marsh. There were lots of frogs there.<br /> The little storks began catching them themselves and completely forgot about us. From that day on, they flew to the marsh every morning—to hunt for frogs and other prey.<br /> <br /> G. Skrebitsky Little Storks.</div>

 

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Be just; obedience to nature
Is instilled from birth already.
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The wise man does not hurry; he is calm.
There is no need to rush with advice.
“Can I really not raise my voice?”
No, you can—but preserve your dignity.
Since the Lord has counted every hair,
How can words change the world?
(Seneca, “Moral Letters to Lucilius”)

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<div class="bbWrapper">Be just; obedience to nature<br /> Is instilled from birth already.<br /> ...<br /> The wise man does not hurry; he is calm.<br /> There is no need to rush with advice.<br /> “Can I really not raise my voice?”<br /> No, you can—but preserve your dignity.<br /> Since the Lord has counted every hair,<br /> How can words change the world?<br /> (Seneca, “Moral Letters to Lucilius”)</div>

 

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Indeed, the source of spirit is inexhaustible. But it will be inexhaustible through awareness of it. The eternal, indestructible, inexhaustible spirit nourishes all energies. But once again, for this action, the spirit must be consciously realized.
(Nicholas Roerich—“Leaves from a Diary”).

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<div class="bbWrapper">Indeed, the source of spirit is inexhaustible. But it will be inexhaustible through awareness of it. The eternal, indestructible, inexhaustible spirit nourishes all energies. But once again, for this action, the spirit must be consciously realized.<br /> (Nicholas Roerich—“Leaves from a Diary”).</div>

 

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In fact, God is always ready to give to you, but because you do not ask, you do not receive the gift. The gift has already been given. It is with you, but since you do not ask, you cannot recognize it. The moment you ask, you will receive the gift.
(Osho, “The Wisdom of the Sands”)

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<div class="bbWrapper">In fact, God is always ready to give to you, but because you do not ask, you do not receive the gift. The gift has already been given. It is with you, but since you do not ask, you cannot recognize it. The moment you ask, you will receive the gift.<br /> (Osho, “The Wisdom of the Sands”)</div>

 

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Explaining this idea, Don Juan depicted our consciousness as divided into three unequal parts. He called the smallest part the “first attention” and said that this was precisely the attention developed in every person for living in the everyday world; it encompasses the consciousness of the physical body.
He called another, larger part the “second attention” and described it as the attention we need in order to perceive our luminous shell and act as a luminous being. He said that the second attention remains in the background throughout our lives, unless it is brought forward through special practice or accidental trauma, and that it encompasses awareness of the luminous body.
He called the last and largest part the “third attention.” This is the immeasurable awareness that includes the indefinable aspects of the physical and luminous bodies.
(C. Castaneda, “The Eagle’s Gift”)

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<div class="bbWrapper">Explaining this idea, Don Juan depicted our consciousness as divided into three unequal parts. He called the smallest part the “first attention” and said that this was precisely the attention developed in every person for living in the everyday world; it encompasses the consciousness of the physical body.<br /> He called another, larger part the “second attention” and described it as the attention we need in order to perceive our luminous shell and act as a luminous being. He said that the second attention remains in the background throughout our lives, unless it is brought forward through special practice or accidental trauma, and that it encompasses awareness of the luminous body.<br /> He called the last and largest part the “third attention.” This is the immeasurable awareness that includes the indefinable aspects of the physical and luminous bodies.<br /> (C. Castaneda, “The Eagle’s Gift”)</div>

 

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And the weather is magnificent. The air is still, clear, and fresh. The night is dark, but the whole village can be seen, with its white roofs and wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys, the trees silvered with frost, and the snowdrifts. The entire sky is strewn with merrily twinkling stars, and the Milky Way stands out so clearly, as if it had been washed and scrubbed with snow before the holiday...
A. P. Chekhov, “Vanka.”

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<div class="bbWrapper">And the weather is magnificent. The air is still, clear, and fresh. The night is dark, but the whole village can be seen, with its white roofs and wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys, the trees silvered with frost, and the snowdrifts. The entire sky is strewn with merrily twinkling stars, and the Milky Way stands out so clearly, as if it had been washed and scrubbed with snow before the holiday...<br /> A. P. Chekhov, “Vanka.”</div>

 

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A pure thought, nourished by Beauty, points the way to truth. … One who proceeds with an awareness of beauty cannot be confused. Only confusion can block the way. It is incorrect to say, “Beauty will save the world”; it is more accurate to say, “Awareness of beauty will save the world.”
(Agni Yoga. Community)

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<div class="bbWrapper">A pure thought, nourished by Beauty, points the way to truth. … One who proceeds with an awareness of beauty cannot be confused. Only confusion can block the way. It is incorrect to say, “Beauty will save the world”; it is more accurate to say, “Awareness of beauty will save the world.”<br /> (Agni Yoga. Community)</div>

 

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XVI. O, our beautiful, crimson-flaming Aruna! Like the beauty of the morning sun, You unfold the lotuses of hearts in the garden of the great poets, those few wise ones who worship You with words filled with the ever-fresh passion of Virinchi’s beloved, words that bring delight to those who listen. “Ananda Lahari” (Shri Adi Shankaracharya V–XII century CE) aphorisms 13–24

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<div class="bbWrapper"><b>XVI. <i> O, our beautiful, crimson-flaming Aruna! Like the beauty of the morning sun, You unfold the lotuses of hearts in the garden of the great poets, those few wise ones who worship You with words filled with the ever-fresh passion of Virinchi’s beloved, words that bring delight to those who listen. </i> <b>“Ananda Lahari” <b>(Shri Adi Shankaracharya V–XII</b> <b>century CE) <b>aphorisms 13–24 <br /> <a href="https://www.youryoga.ru/school/en/attachments/image002-jpg.1201/" target="_blank" class="js-lbImage"><img src="https://www.youryoga.ru/school/data/attachments/1/1201-74fc267e7cf4c46de51c25f4976d3472.jpg" class="bbImage " style="" alt="image002.jpg" title="image002.jpg" /></a></b></b></b></b><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center"><br /> <br /> <br /> <br />​</div></div>

 

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Look how beautiful the clouds are in the west. It will soon grow dark. Sit quietly and let the twilight fill you. For now, do as you wish, but when I tell you, look at those bright clouds and ask the twilight for strength and tranquility.

The world is everything contained here: life, death, people, and everything else that surrounds us. The world is boundless and incomprehensible. We will never be able to understand it. We will never unravel its mystery. Therefore, we must accept it as it is—a wondrous mystery.
(C. Castaneda, “A Separate Reality”)

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<div class="bbWrapper">Look how beautiful the clouds are in the west. It will soon grow dark. Sit quietly and let the twilight fill you. For now, do as you wish, but when I tell you, look at those bright clouds and ask the twilight for strength and tranquility.<br /> <br /> The world is everything contained here: life, death, people, and everything else that surrounds us. The world is boundless and incomprehensible. We will never be able to understand it. We will never unravel its mystery. Therefore, we must accept it as it is—a wondrous mystery.<br /> (C. Castaneda, “A Separate Reality”)</div>