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Everything happens. All that befalls a man, all that is done by him, all that comes from him - all this happens...
"Man is a machine. All his deeds, actions, words, thoughts, feelings, convictions, opinions, and habits are the results of external influences, external impressions. Out of himself a man cannot produce a single thought, a single action. Everything he says, does, thinks, feels - all this happens. Man cannot discover anything, invent anything. It all happens...
Everything happens - popular movements, wars, revolutions, changes of government, all this happens. And it happens in exactly the same way as everything happens in the life of individual man. Man is born, lives, dies, builds houses, writes books, not as he wants to, but as it happens. Everything happens. Man does not love, hate, desire - all this happens...
There is another kind of mechanization which is much more dangerous: being a machine oneself. Have you ever thought about the fact that all peoples themselves are machines?"
"Yes," I said, "from the strictly scientific point of view all people are machines governed by external influences. But the question is, can the scientific point of view be wholly accepted?"
"Scientific or not scientific is all the same to me," said G. "I want you to understand what I am saying. Look, all those people you see," he pointed along the street, "are simply machines - nothing more."
"I think I understand what you mean," I said. "And I have often thought how little there is in the world that can stand against this form of mechanization and choose its own path."
"This is just where you make your greatest mistake," said G. "You think there is something that chooses its own path, something that can stand against mechanization; you think that not everything is equally mechanical."
"Why, of course not!" I said. "Art, poetry, thought, are phenomena of quite a different order."
"Of exactly the same order," said G. "These activities are just as mechanical as everything else. Men are machines and nothing but mechanical actions can be expected of machines."
"Very well," I said. "But are there no people who are not machines?"
"It may be that there are," said G., "only not those people you see. And you do not know them. That is what I want you to understand."...
"People are so unlike one another," I said. "I do not think it would be possible to bring them all under the same heading. There are savages, there are mechanized people, there are intellectual people, there are geniuses."
"Quite right," said G., "people are very unlike one another, but the real difference between people you do not know and cannot see. The difference of which you speak simply does not exist. This must be understood. All the people you see, all the people you know, all the people you may get to know, are machines, actual machines working solely under the power of external influences, as you yourself said. Machines they are born and machines they die. How do savages and intellectuals come into this? Even now, at this very moment, while we are talking, several millions of machines are trying to annihilate one another. What is the difference between them? Where are the savages and where are the intellectuals? They are all alike . . .
"But there is a possibility of ceasing to be a machine."
Well, a plumber has never heard anything about self-remembering, but what a plumber does is useful.
Mr Gurdjieff lived before the era of the internet, the mobile phone, the TV. The people he took the idea of self-remembering from would have lived under entirely different conditions again: social relations would have been different, different diet, everything done by candle-light/day-light/proper darkness, etc.
When I was a child in the Sixties, my mother was so horrified with the effect TV was having on people, she wouldn't allow one in our flat. She thought people who watched TV were being turned into morons and wouldn't have anything to do with it, or the culture that spewed from it. Similarly, when I grew up and first noticed the effect mobile phones had on people, I wouldn't allow them in my flat, still don't.
If a person makes sufficient efforts at self-remembering, a magnetic "clay" forms at the bottom of the rib-cage and in other parts of the body. As Gurdjieff stated: a person only has a "soul" in potential. He/she has to build their own vehicle from this aforementioned "clay".
When a modern person raised on TV, electric light, GM bread and mobile phones, picks up a copy of ISOTM or Views From The Real World and makes attempts at self-remembering, nothing of what I've previously described happens, so they're forced to think of what they've just read only as "theory", "literature", or "rubbish". They don't realise that their machine has actually been tweaked off-register. Cheated of the possibility of putting Humpty together again, they see the signs that point to Philadelphia, but don't see the hand that has sugared the tank and whipped the spark-plugs out of the vehicle that can get them there.