Men who believe, as beggars do, that their good comes from outside themselves, devolve into obsequy and people pleasing. Speaking from somewhere north of pity, the magnum-souled Gurdjieff called these unfortunates “ass lickers.”
Yes, Life gives us what we need. But there’s a pre-condition to be met: We have to stop asking for what we want.
Help is not to be had by looking outside of ourselves. This is the folly of prayer.
The fool who persists in his folly becomes wise.
Do not all things work for good?
Modesty is the grandest, most majestic of all the virtues. It is a being state. Specifically, it is the state of being indifferent to what other people think.
Modesty has never known nervousness, worry, stage fright or performance anxiety.
Modesty is not shyness. Shyness is needy, calculating, egoic. It seeks attention in order to reject it.
Modesty has never said, “I did this!”
Oh, modesty. Thy kingdom come. On earth as in heaven.
We do not pray to. We pray from.