- Vol. 05
- Chapter 03
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Oh, how I would like to disappear
Is that what it’s like to be, Gurdjieff? What remains of your teachings?
An old warehouse...
For you, blue was not yet male, I suppose. But where was your mother, when your father was looking at the stars?
I hope the smoke is refreshing like dry ice at a nightclub.