I began to suggest that thought, which I had always before Iooked on as a cart-horse to be driven, whipped and plodding between shafts, might be really a Pegasus, so suddenly did it alight beside me from places I had no knowledge of.
I began to suggest that thought, which I had always before Iooked on as a cart-horse to be driven, whipped and plodding between shafts, might be really a Pegasus, so suddenly did it alight beside me from places I had no knowledge of.
I came to the conclusion then that continual mindfulness. . . must mean, not a sergeantmajor-like drilling of thoughts, but a continual readiness to accept whatever came.
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