One Cannot Choose What He Writes -

We Ride Through Life On The Beast Within Us. Beat The Animal, But You Can't Make It Think.

The Father: But Don't You See That The Whole Trouble Lies Here? In Words, Words. Each One Of Us Has Within Him A Whole World Of Things, Each Man Of Us His Own Special World. And How Can We Ever Come To An Understanding If I Put In The Words I Utter The Sense And Value Of Things As I See Them; While You Who Listen To Me Must Inevitably Translate Them According To The Conception Of Things Each One Of You Has Within Himself. We Think We Understand Each Other, But We Never Really Do.

Shake Yourself Free From The Manikin You Create Out Of A False Interpretation Of What You Do And What You Feel, And You'll At Once See That The Manikin You Make Yourself Is Nothing At All Like What You Really Are Or What You Really Can Be!

We All Have A World Of Things Inside Ourselves And Each One Of Us Has His Own Private World. How Can We Understand Each Other If The Words I Use Have The Sense And The Value That I Expect Them To Have, But Whoever Is Listening To Me Inevitably Thinks That Those Same Words Have A Different Sense And Value, Because Of The Private World He Has Inside Himself, Too.

Inevitably We Construct Ourselves. Let Me Explain. I Enter This House And Immediately I Become What I Have To Become, What I Can Become: I Construct Myself. That Is, I Present Myself To You In A Form Suitable To The Relationship I Wish To Achieve With You. And, Of Course, You Do The Same With Me.