this was as certain as a steak and chips.

 SometimesThe parable of the coachman leads to the theme of the driver and the passenger, analogous to that of the “owner of the house”. Thus, the metaphor that we are A TAXI in which anyone or anything can get on, that we are occupied and usurped, reaches the adolescent poet Arthur Rimbaud who dryly sentences – “I AM ANOTHER”. Affirming the “anagogic” – everything is in itself – and from the Delphic imperative of KNOW THYSELF to Nisargadatta; passing through Jesus “THE FATHER HAS LIFE WITHIN HIMSELF”; skating in a zone of poorly distilled complexities – and this applies to every message and every tradition – while the ESSENCE ITSELF fights bravely to harmonize the opposites and transmute blood into spirit against the amphibological ambiguity of all deception and numbness. At that time I also used Artaud's old upaya by building around myself a shell of absurdities and so on. Against all rational discourse, against every foreign mind I administered a lethal discipline. Thus I unpredictably withdrew myself from all contexts of reality and protected myself from unpleasant contacts. Andod into spirit against the amphibological ambiguity of all deception and numbness. At that time I also used Artaud's old upaya by building around myself a shell of absurdities and so on. Against all rational discourse, against every foreign mind I administered a lethal discipline. Thus I unpredictably withdrew myself from all contexts of reality and protected myself from unpleasant contacts.