Here is the unremarkable account of a middle-aged woman's attempt to map a potentially nonexistent mountain, using only ideas inexpertly and erroneously learned from books about Gurdjieff and western philosophy (begun on the auspicious occasion of Gurdjieff's birthday, Jan 13th)

DAY ONE: A wintery Berlin departure.
Mountaineering Equipment:
Georg Gurdjieff's 'Beezebub's Tales to his Grandson',
Jeane de Salzmann's 'The Reality of Being',
René Daumal's 'Mount Analogue',
transcripts of talks from Gurdjieff's Paris meetings,
the New Testament,
the Tibetan Book of the Dead,
Jean Baudrillard's Simulacra and Simulations.
Task: create conditions for morning meditation, stop delaying, fight sleep.
I have no doubt whatever that you will fire up the belly of your woodstove each pre-dawn, face East and remember the 6 word wish of every man on this journey.
ReplyDeleteI am honored to follow in your brave footsteps; perhaps one day, I will jump out of the current and onto the still beach filled with arrows which lead me to the mountain.
As you say, Bon Courage, mon ami.
xx