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Yet the agony itself was used as a means, and the agony itself served as an impetus, strong enough finally so that All That Is initiated within itself the means to be.

Dimly, through what you would call a history, hardly remembered, there was such a state. It was a state of agony in which the powers of creativity and existence were known, but the ways to produce them were not known.

This is the lesson that All That Is had to learn, and that could not be taught. This is the agony from which creativity originally was drawn, and its reflection is still seen.

“Yet the agony itself was used as a means, and the agony itself served as an impetus, strong enough so that All That Is initiated within Itself the means to be.

[...] It was a state of agony in which the powers of creativity and existence were known, but the ways to produce them were not known.

[...] This is the agony from which creativity originally was drawn, and its reflection is still seen.”

[...] This was the state of agony of which I spoke. [...]

The agony itself and the stupendous desire to create represented its proof of its own reality. [...]

[...] And you create for the same reason, and within all of you is the memory of that primal agony—that urge to create and free all probable consciousnesses into actuality.

[...] So these are not only her own agonies, but the agonies of others that she has taken upon herself. [...] Now she is doing some very excellent work, but she is causing herself agony that she need not bear. [...]

(To Maggie.) You will not feel it necessary to take the same kind of agony upon yourself so do not be afraid of it. [...]

(Smile.) In the terms of other systems that particular kind of destruction is meaningless and does not exist, but you believe that it does, and the agonies of the dying are sorely felt. [...]

[...] If the sorrows and agonies within your system were not felt as real, the lessons would not be learned. [...]

[...] The unbearable agony and ecstasy that is experienced through fatherhood or motherhood. [...]

Now those of you who have families, within that framework if you watch and listen, and you do, there are moments of unbearable and unspeakable agony as you recognize the aloneness of the human spirit in what seems to be an unfeeling universe. [...]

[...] And the spiritual isolation that you feel is a reminder of the inner self that only enters into concourse with the flesh but is of itself independent and knows its origin and remembers even through the eons the miraculous exaltation and agony of recognition that the flesh knows. [...]

[...] The first is to paint a portrait of a person whom you know, trying to portray the essence of that person, their deepest agonies and highest joys, their highest capabilities and fears of failure. [...]

The emphasis would not necessarily (underlined) be upon technique nor detail, though it could be, but upon portraying in one portrait, if you will forgive the phrase, the agony and the ecstasy of individual existence. [...]

The gentleman who wrote you from Canada (Vincent Vycinas)—the writer—is living out his cultural agony. (The name of VV’s book is Our Cultural Agony.) In his case the drugs are being used so that they can be blamed for a malaise that is spiritual. [...]

[...] It always seems to be bad news, full of strife and agony and grim determination to survive. [...]

[...] These feelings were rearoused by Ruburt’s reading of the book, where childbirth was depicted as causing the mother great agony.

“In the terms of other systems, that kind of destruction does not exist—but you believe that it does, and the agonies of the dying are sorely felt. [...]

[...] If the sorrows and agonies within your system were not felt as real, the lessons would not be learned. [...]

[...] Last night she was in agony in bed—all night. [...]

An association could trigger the clear memory of a past agony in the bewildered new mind. [...]

[...] (Pause.) The entire Catholic dogma is built about Christ’s agony and death. [...]

[...] She told Jane that all the kids on the floor really admire her for the way she “withstood all that pain and agony.” [...]

The most private agonies of the soul were assigned a more or less common source in man’s primitive “unconscious” drives. [...]

[...] He could have been a far better artist still, for if his vision was intense, my dear friend, it was cramped, and it moved within itself in an agony to find a creative release that could never be found in the creative product alone, but in the psyche from which that product emerges. [...]

[...] Ideas are transmitted from generation to generation—and those ideas are the carriers of all of your reality, its joys and its agonies. [...]

(9:29.) Some s-e-c-t-s (spelled) have believed that spiritual understanding came as the result of bodily agony, and their self-inflicted pain became their versions of pleasure. [...]

When and if it is killed by its brothers, this is not an act of cruelty but an innate understanding that the creature can no longer operate physically without agony; a quite natural euthanasia is involved, in which the “patient” also acquiesces. [...]