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La Vérité est un pays sans chemin (Krishnamurti)
Krishnamurti La Vérité est un pays sans chemin Aucune organisation, aucune foi, nul dogme, prêtre ou rituel, nulle connaissance philosophique ou technique de psychologie ne peuvent y conduire l’homme. Il lui faut la trouver dans le miroir de la relation, par la compréhension du contenu de son propre esprit, par l’observation et non par l’analyse intellectuelle ou la dissection introspective. L’homme s’est construit des images religieuses, politiques ou […]https://arbrealettres.wordpress.com/2026/08/03/la-verite-est-un-pays-sans-chemin-krishnamurti/
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Are you actually observing your life and actually observing how you look at it? Do you look at it with an image or conclusion, and therefore do not come directly into contact with it? When you look at the life of your daily existence, not at a theoretical life, not at an abstract life where all human beings are one, all is love – when you observe it, you see that you are looking with your past knowledge. You are looking with all the images, tradition and accumulation of human experience. That prevents you from actually looking. It is a fact that must be realised, that to observe your life actually, you must look at it afresh; that is, to look at it without any condemnation, without any ideal, without any desire to suppress it or change it; just to observe. Are you doing this? Are you using the speaker as a mirror in which you see your own life? Are you seeing that looking at it from a conclusion prevents you from looking at it directly, from being in contact with it? Are you doing this? If you don’t do it now, you won’t do it later. If you are not doing it, don’t bother to listen – look at the sky, look at a tree, look at the beauty of light, look at the clouds with their curves, with their delicacy. If you look without any image, you have understood your own life.
From Inward Revolution
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So we are going to talk over together like two friends discussing a problem, neither one trying to persuade the other to accept or to discard. And to talk over together, both must listen, and that is going to be our difficulty. Listening is one of the most difficult things to do. We never listen. We are listening to our own thoughts, to our own ideas, to our own concepts, to the ways of how we should or should not behave. We are concerned with our own occupations, with our own problems, with our own sorrows, and we have our own answers and explanations; or we have the explanations and the sayings of another whom we respect or whom we are afraid of – which is the same thing. The act of listening is really one of the most difficult things to do.
From Collected Works, Vol. 16 -
The engineer has been taught how to achieve certain physical results by the application of the knowledge man has gathered through the centuries, and you have been taught how to achieve certain inner results by controlling your thoughts, cultivating virtue, doing good works, and so on, all of which is equally a matter of knowledge gathered through the centuries. The engineer has his books and teachers, as you have yours. Both of you have been taught a technique, and both of you desire to achieve an end, you in your way, and he in his. You are both after results. And is God, or truth, a result? If it is, then it’s put together by the mind, and what is put together can be rent asunder.
From Commentaries on Living Series 3 -
Outwardly, you discipline and renounce, you chart your course, step by step, to reach the end. You measure the progress of your achievement according to the standards of virtue: how you have given up this or that, how controlled you are in your behaviour, how tolerant and kind you are, and so on. You have learnt the art of concentration, and you withdraw into a forest, a monastery or a darkened room to meditate; you pass your days in prayer and watchfulness. Outwardly, you have made your life simple, and through this thoughtful and calculated arrangement, you hope to reach the bliss that is not of this world. But is reality reached through external controls and sanctions? Though outward simplicity, the putting aside of comfort, is obviously necessary, will this gesture open the door to reality?
From Commentaries on Living Series 1 -
Progress implies time, does it not? I am this today, and I shall be something better tomorrow. That is, in self-improvement or self-denial or self-abnegation, there is progression, the gradualism of moving towards a better life, which means superficially adjusting to our environment, conforming to an improved pattern, being conditioned in a nobler way, and so on. We see that process taking place all the time. You may have wondered whether progress brings about a fundamental revolution. To me, the important thing is not progress but revolution. Please don’t be horrified by the word ‘revolution’, as most people in a progressive society are, but it seems to me that unless we understand the extraordinary necessity of bringing about not just a social amelioration but a radical change in our outlook, mere progress is progress in sorrow; it may effect the pacification or the calming of sorrow, but not the cessation of sorrow, which is always latent. After all, progress in the sense of getting better over a period of time is really the process of the self, the ‘me’, the ego.
From What Are You Doing With Your Life?
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Man has made progress from the bow and arrow to the atom bomb, from the bullock cart to the jet plane that travels at 1,600 miles per hour. That is generally called progress. But is there progress in any other direction, inwardly? Have you, as an individual, progressed inwardly? Have you found anything for yourself? We know what other people have said and what they say they have found, but have we found anything for ourselves? Are we more charitable, more kind? Are our minds more expansive and alert, inwardly? Have we put away fear? Without that, to make progress in the world, is to destroy ourselves.
From Collected Works, Vol. 8