tale-tellers have ever told tales, but have merely been retelling something retrieved from their distant memories, while sitting by the fireplace?
Tell me, my friend, do you still think that you're able to think? I envy you. I've believed for quite some time now that my thoughts are thinking me. And me? And I am just a postman for them who has to deliver them to you.
Sometimes I get tired of them and try to hide. There was a time when hiding was easy. But now I'm all grown up. All my life I've been busy with growing. Now there are very few bushes in the world that can hide me. And the thoughts themselves have been getting smarter over the last few years. Now it is much easier for them to find me. Probably because they've also been growing, and have become Big…
And there's one of them again, knocking at my door:
- To remember nothing would be such a blessing for a man!.. - There are no such people! - I counter, - Oh yes, there are, - it grins, - remember, you told me! But never mind. Let those who do not remember, never remember. But if a person starts to recall - what can be done to help him?
- And why should we help him at all? Let him forget and go on sleeping. Sleep is very good for both children and thoughts! - I defending myself.
- Oh, no - the thought says, clutching the cranium lid that I'm trying to slam down, - you won't get rid of me now. Answer me!
- I don't know.
- Then think! To think! How do you like that! And what is it like - to think? What must I do to start thinking? Knit my brow and put on my thinking cap?! Have you ever tried to put on such a cap? I've tried. It tickles you and you start having dreams about water. About everything flowing, everything changing. And everything itches inside, as if you'd swallowed a "Inquiry yourself" pill. You've never heard of such a pill?! Well, you really surprise me, my friend. They've stuffed me with them since childhood, I was given them instead of vitamins. It's a nasty thing, I'm telling you! You start itching all over. You keep itching from head to toe. And you know that scratching won't help you. Everybody thinks that it helps, but I've checked it out personally. You know, when I was little, I too thought that scratching would help. You just scratched once, and the itching would stop. But no, once you've swallowed a "Who am I?" pill - not even scratching your head will help you.
Well, you know, sometimes it happens without any self-inquiring; you suddenly start itching like mad! And you keep scratching, you scratch here and there and everywhere - but all you need to do is just find the right place to scratch. You know this; you're big like me, aren't you? I know
you are! So, after a "Inquiry yourself" or a "Who am I?" pill, scratching is useless. You must endure it; and to do that you must freeze and stand still. Not a single movement, not even the slightest twitch. Not even in your mind. It will itch for some time, and then disappear. Then you'll be able to live quietly again. But, for God's sake, don't start moving! You make just the slightest hint of a move - and you'll start looking for an answer, that's for sure. Yes, you'll begin alright, and once you've started it'll be almost impossible to stop!
That's why I give you this advice: be watchful, don't ever sleep, and always be aware - don't let the Self-inquiring snake crawl up you and inject its question into your blood. You know, it's this very snake's poison that the "Who am I?" pill is made from.