Kind Eyes of Creation

Is it my personality judging the eyes of others. Looking in the mirror judging myself most harshly ... The eyes, the seat of the soul ... The lamps of the body, a moving marionette trying to form volition ... trying to grow a soul ... 

The fundamental purpose of living to solidify the sweetness enough to form the ball of matter, ... a soul; And what of those who do not or can not? Boulderdash. The original meaning, the false interpretation, the haressy of "original sin" ... That we may not be born whole, that we may need to form a soul. 

Gurdjieff thought this, and he passed it through and from teachers to teachers, as we are all teacher, and the word teacher is synonymous (or should be), with student ... So perhaps it is we who must learn the soul ... the things of soulfulness, or most probably to remember, remember the origin. To remember the origin of that point of birth, or is it, that which has never been born, for perhaps, it can not die? But I'm not sure. Please tell me the truth of it ... show me the kind eyes of creation, and I will show you.

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