You must have a room, or a certain hour a day or so, where you do not know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe to anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you—but a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. And first you may find that nothing’s happening there. But if you have a sacred place and use it and take advantage of it, something will happen.
This is the breakthrough of a metaphysical realization that you and the other are one, and that the separateness is only an effect of the temporal forms of sensibility of time and space, and our true reality is in that unity with all life. It is a metaphysical truth that becomes spontaneously realized, because it’s the real truth of your life.
It puts them in touch with the experience of being alive. Going to the office every day, you don’t get that experience. But suddenly you’re ripped out into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror. But by God, you’re alive and it’s spectacular!
“It’s a great day to die.” They’re not hanging on. That’s the message of the myth. You, as you know yourself, are not the final term of your being. And you must die to that, one way or another, in giving of yourself to something or in being annihilated—actually, physically—to return, you might say, or to recognize. Life is always on the edge of death. Always. And one should lack fear and have the courage of life.
