Monday, March 8, 2010


   Sit down quietly where you are not likely to be disturbed. Relax the body - and begin to think about yourself. Every time your thought wander to something higher, bring it back gently but relentlessly. 
   Think about the past. Think over all the mistakes you have made, going right back to childhood. Think over all the opportunities you have missed and the time you have wasted. Especially think of all the occasions upon which you have been badly treated. 
   Think about your body and wonder if your age or your job or the climate isn't beginning to tell. See if you cannot discover a pain or an ache somewhere. 
   Think about finances and if they are going well now, insist that this is probably too good to last. 
   In ay case, think about yourself, that is the main point, and if you will keep this up faithfully for fifteen or twenty minutes, there can be no doubt about the result. 
   "Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? There is more hope of a fool than of him." (Proverbs 26:12)
--Emmet Fox, Around the Year with Emmet Fox, March 7 reading.

1 comment:

  1. That's what I do when I sit down to crank out some prose poetry. Sense memory crap.

    As though Ariadne had gazed on her web, and much like poor Rael in the Tale of the Lamb, had suddenly realized all sense had fled, Merry Christmas to all--and to all a good night.