By Georges Ivanovitch Gurdjieff
First sequence: Objectively neutral feedback of the lifetime of guy; or, Beelzebub's stories to his grandson. -- 2d sequence: conferences with striking males. -- third ser. existence is genuine simply then, while "I am."
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After this silence, rare among us young rascals, the usual hubbub broke out again, and in noisy chorus we decided to go at once to the barber, a specialist in extracting teeth, and to ask him why this tooth was like that.
Horror of horrors! very soon everything inside him began to burn. Yet in spite of this he kept on eating. And this hapless biped creature of our planet kept on eating, thanks only to that particular human inherency I mentioned, the principle of which I have decided to use as the basis of the new literary form I have created, and which will serve as a “guiding beacon” leading me to one of my aims. You will, I am sure, soon grasp the sense and meaning of this—of course according to the degree of your comprehension—during the reading of any subsequent chapter of my writings, that is, if you take the risk and read further; or perhaps even at the end of this first chapter you will already “smell” something.
I have only reached the logical supposition that it was because the room where this sacred scene occurred, which was to have tremendous significance for the whole of my future life, was permeated through and through with the scent of a special incense brought from a monastery of Mount Athos and very popular among followers of every shade of belief of the Christian religion. Whatever it may have been, those are the facts. During the days following this event, nothing particular happened in my general state, unless it was that I walked more often than usual with my feet in the air, that is to say, on my hands.