Henri Michaux: Escapes
You never know who walks into Café Central—especially on the weekends—when the virtual world retreats. Every Friday we offer you company for the weekend—to share your thoughts.
If the stares of the natives annoy him, he will not lose his temper, he will not say: “Those mules’ eyes make me furious,” he will know that their eyes annoy him because they have in them an element that may be elevated or not elevated, but which he does not grasp.He will be wary of the egg, which is not so inoffensive itself, with its own form of aggression ready to be launched.He will learn how to sit down in a way denoting acquiescence, not criticism and an air of always being on the defensive.He will absorb air, the pure air, the air that escapes, the expansive air, the air without a face, the unlimited air, the air that belongs to no one, the virgin air, the intimate air that nourishes without interfering with the senses.To inhale is nothing, expelling it is all, into the centers, the lotuses, the centers of the abdomen, the proud centers, the frontal center of the white light, and into the thoughts, into the friendship of all the thoughts and into the beyond of thought. From A Barbarian in AsiaTranslated ...
