on a more cognizant nature: the flesh is weak, or "I knew as much."

If a man were to come upon himself in a desert, how then would he react?

"It is bitter, but I like it, because it is mine."

Cheevers, I tell you this.  We must rebuke ourselves more harshly than even our bitterest enemies would dare.  Would the be mistrusting oneself?  Indeed, I wonder, even asking for more cognizant nature of the gestalt, that one know oneself first, so as to know the closest and probably dearest material best.

Sensory deprivation.

As of yet, to be mindful of the move of one's own spirit without forgetting to check the deer cams online to see how many crossed the forest area overnight.  And to sustain the common affliction, to speak on it from one's bed in the hospital ward, but not as an authority, but as a common sufferer recording his experiences.

To center oneself, almost like a balancing act, saying that it is possible to put the spirit out of balance, twittering precariously this way or that.

The guru says to "tuck in your buttocks", as to the point that the natural posture or the common posture, happens in fact to be inversely un-natural, so one must as a pregnant woman balance her extra girth.

The deers though, see there is corn scattered in little piles, bait.  They come for that, and they come for a cool drink at the pond.

The cognizant person observes his own nature, and watches the deercam as his query moves innocently about.  There are first principles, and not "to thine own self be true", but the old familiar, "know thyself", or "physician, treat thyself", feel the movements within one's own spirit, almost disconnectedly so(thanks to good anti-psychotic meds).  One can then almost watch himself, as from the outside as he makes his missteps and mistakes, and not be so overwhelmed, so consumed in his own failures, but instead say to oneself, contentedly, "the flesh is weak; I knew as much".