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->Don Juan made a very comical gesture to portray a man running for dear life, holding onto his
hat.
I told him that I hated to think I had only female mountain lions or convulsions to look
forward to, if I wanted will.
"My benefactor was a sorcerer of great powers," he went on. "He was a warrior through and
through. His will was indeed his most magnificent accomplishment. But a man can go still
further than that; a man can learn to see. Upon learning to see he no longer needs to live like a
warrior, nor be a sorcerer. Upon learning to see a man becomes everything by becoming
nothing. He, so to speak, vanishes and yet he's there.
"I would say that this is the time when a man can be or can get anything he desires. But he
desires nothing, and instead of playing with his fellow men like they were toys, he meets them
in the midst of their folly. The only difference between them is that a man who sees controls
his folly, while his fellow men can't. A man who sees has no longer an active interest in his
fellow men. Seeing has already detached him from absolutely everything he knew before."
"The sole idea of being detached from everything I know gives me the chills," I said.
"You must be joking! The thing which should give you the chills is not to have anything to
look forward to but a lifetime of doing that which you have always done. Think of the man
who plants corn year after year until he's too old and tired to get up, so he lies around like an
old dog. His thoughts and feelings, the best of him, ramble aimlessly to the only things he has
ever done, to plant corn. For me that is the most frightening waste there is.
"We are men and our lot is to learn and to be hurled into inconceivable new worlds."
"Are there any new worlds for us really?" I asked half in jest.
"We have exhausted nothing, you fool," he said imperatively.
"Seeing is for impeccable men. Temper your spirit now, become a warrior, learn to see, and
then you'll know that there is no end to the new worlds for our vision."
hat.
I told him that I hated to think I had only female mountain lions or convulsions to look
forward to, if I wanted will.
"My benefactor was a sorcerer of great powers," he went on. "He was a warrior through and
through. His will was indeed his most magnificent accomplishment. But a man can go still
further than that; a man can learn to see. Upon learning to see he no longer needs to live like a
warrior, nor be a sorcerer. Upon learning to see a man becomes everything by becoming
nothing. He, so to speak, vanishes and yet he's there.
"I would say that this is the time when a man can be or can get anything he desires. But he
desires nothing, and instead of playing with his fellow men like they were toys, he meets them
in the midst of their folly. The only difference between them is that a man who sees controls
his folly, while his fellow men can't. A man who sees has no longer an active interest in his
fellow men. Seeing has already detached him from absolutely everything he knew before."
"The sole idea of being detached from everything I know gives me the chills," I said.
"You must be joking! The thing which should give you the chills is not to have anything to
look forward to but a lifetime of doing that which you have always done. Think of the man
who plants corn year after year until he's too old and tired to get up, so he lies around like an
old dog. His thoughts and feelings, the best of him, ramble aimlessly to the only things he has
ever done, to plant corn. For me that is the most frightening waste there is.
"We are men and our lot is to learn and to be hurled into inconceivable new worlds."
"Are there any new worlds for us really?" I asked half in jest.
"We have exhausted nothing, you fool," he said imperatively.
"Seeing is for impeccable men. Temper your spirit now, become a warrior, learn to see, and
then you'll know that there is no end to the new worlds for our vision."