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Krishnamurti Remembered

Two People Taking Shelter In The Rain | From The Writings Of Krishnamurti

It was the third interview with Krishnamurti that I had done in the last decade, and it turned out to be the most interesting. This was due in part to a most unexpected and indeed maddening turn of events that greeted me when I arrived at Krishnamurti’s chalet in Rougemont, Switzerland, in a fine, drizzling rain in mid-July 1985. It was, in fact, no interview at all because despite our agreement months earlier, Krishnamurti would not let me tape. Whether he was playing the Zen master or whether — as I suspect — there were other reasons, I cannot say.

Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

The Reader Behind The Writer

I think that I decided to become a writer because of something about language. Not because I had a story to tell, and not because I wanted to be rich and famous, and not because I hoped to achieve immortality through art (though all of those things would eventually have a place among my ambitions), but because of a discovery that I made about language when I was eleven years old. That was the year, at Shady Side Academy, when I had moved to the Middle School; it was the year when we suddenly had male teachers, the school got much stricter, the work got much harder. It was also the year when we began to write weekly compositions in English.


Fire Moving In The Sky

I could look up what year it was. It was a milestone in history equal to the voyages of Columbus or the French Revolution. I suppose if you’re not a great person immediately involved, the resonance of any such event is intimate and personal — as that night was to me, so brilliant and hard-edged for reasons not directly connected with worldly incident that I believe I would possess it even if nothing particular had happened. Still, it was the first time events made a difference, the first time I recognized an involvement in what happened beyond the few back yards and playmates that were my universe, the first time anyone said, “You will remember this day forever,” and I believed it.

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If error is corrected whenever it is recognized as such, the path of error is the path of truth.

Hans Reichenbach

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