Not to know your own idiocy, that's the greatest curse, W. says. Not to know it – to take yourself for a non-idiot: there's nothing worse.
My case, in this regard, is interesting, W. says. Do I know my own idiocy? Do I take myself to be a non-idiot? Neither. In some important way, I've escaped idiocy. It's almost mystical, W. says. – 'You're indifferent to what people think of you – look at the way you dress. But you don't take yourself be better than them. Or worse. Or anything'.
How many times has he watched me humiliate myself in public? How many times has he been implicated by this humiliation himself? On some level, W. supposes, he wants, as I seem to, to be humiliated. Is it because the world, for us, is nonsense? Is it all maya? Yet W. still wants to intervene. He still gives presentations, as do I. What is it we're looking for?
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