[Redbook5:285-286][19880815:0040]{Undine
(1) [continued]}[15th
August 1988]
.0040
[continued]
The
problem with this sort of thing* is that you are treated either as a
genius, or insane. Neither, of course, is the correct response. I
am one of the sanest people I know, when I am working at this; my
neuroses come when I deflect myself for too long. And if there is a
genius at work, technically speaking I am not it.
It
is, of course, a long way from most people’s experience, and from
the experience most people would regard as normal.** If it is not to
be just a curious byway of the mind, at most, my task is to bring out
of it what is valuable to Man as a whole: which is precisely what I
am trying to do.
In
this present experience there is no sexuality: perhaps because I am
not in bed.*** I think there are no fins, either. But there is that
loving warmth that seems to suffuse the whole body with its warmth
[sic],
and the Mind with its love.
Sometimes
she – the nearest one – looks down for a while at the hands on
her lap; then she may lift her eyes to mine, so that I meet a glance
of the clearest blue, and an innocence I find hard to describe: a
depth of innocence, an innocence (I suspect) of great wisdom.****
*[See
last previous entry]
**I
do realise!
***[ie
with [W], with predictable consequences]
****{cf
xS (III... [(eg)[Redbook3:98-99][19870404:1005g]{Resonance
[continued]}[4th April 1987];
[Redbook3:103-104][19870404:1005l](INNOCENCE{:[xS]})[4th
April 1987]ff ;
&
eg [Redbook3:123-124][19870405:1057f](BELIEF AND
KNOWLEDGE{1}[continued(6)])[5th April 1987]ff])
(but
see [[Redbook5:295-296][19880815:0935]{Undine
(3)}[15th August 1988],]
296}
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