“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us. “

Opening of Dicken’s Tale of Two Cities

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>              Now and Reality
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> I do so want to write a sonnet, John
> A sonnet that is true in verse and rhyme.
> A thing I may regard without a qualm;
> To be a truthful statement most sublime.
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> But, Truth evades me since Illusion rules.
> My questions trek me down a fruitless path.
> Oh, human man why are we such damn fools?
> In fear we are slaves to infernal wrath.

> Thinking binds me in duality.
> Thought, comparison, judgment becomes me
> And that is not me nor reality
> All effort strands me in an endless sea.
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> Let it be, let it be and there is Now.
> Angst is lifted, sweat no more on the brow.

From ancient times all civilizations have had this concept of measurement. All their marvelous buildings were based on mathematical measurement.

Measurement is not only by the rule; measurement exists in the very brain: The passing of examinations from school, college, university- one’s way of living has become a series of calculated measurements:
the beautiful and the ugly, the noble and the ignoble- one’s whole set of values, the arguments that end in conclusions, the power of the people, the power of nations. Measurement has been necessary to man. And the brain, being conditioned to measurement, to comparison; tries to measure the immeasurable- measuring with words which cannot ever be measured… this comparison has brought a great many fears and sorrows.

Krishnamurti:  Krishnamurti to Himself, His Last Journal  1993

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