Juli gnaws on her pillow. Tearing out strips of fabric with relish. I can go and take the pillow away from her. And I can go over and nudge her on the nose and say kindly: Juli, stop that.
Both work. The first is the way of matter. The control, the separation, the mistrust. The second is the way of the soul. The way of unity, of trust. The second works if I have sacrificed a lot of my own for the being in advance and helped it to an integrated consciousness. I need the first if I have sacrificed nothing of myself and have simply left the being in the state of consciousness of the ego.
It is no wonder that in our societies only control works. In our ego-infatuated societies. Or perhaps man in this country simply has nothing left to sacrifice. Let alone that he even knows it. Does he even know what it is that would be necessary of him as a sacrifice…?