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The inner self or ego is not only conscious, but conscious of itself, both as an individuality apart from others and as an individuality that is a part of all other consciousness. In your terms, it is continually aware, both of this apartness and unity-with. [...] When it becomes swept up in a strong emotion it seems to lose itself; there is unity, then, but no sense of apartness. [...]
[...] Many physical structures have existed in your terms in the same space now occupied by your apartment house. [...] Yet those structures exist as validly as the apartment house.
The idea will seem legitimate, and then suddenly it will fall apart. It will fall apart for a very simple reason, and for a more profound one.
[...] An understanding quite apart from this however.
[...] I also thought the data was mixed up with the planned visit of my parents to the apartment for Easter Sunday, April 10, and a very short reminder my mother had written in connection with this.
Although your apartment has its drawbacks, and although it is about time for you to own a portion of land yourselves, overall the apartment, because of that relationship, has been beneficial. And this is the reason that Ruburt chose the apartment to begin with, and why you went along despite realization of its other disadvantages.
[...] Since these sessions had begun late last year, Jane and I had thought that there must be good reasons why we had taken this apartment, then lived in it for over four years. [...]
(And there is no doubt we will miss the apartment, if and when we move. [...]
(Lorraine had three children then, and they did sleep in back bedrooms of the apartment house in Asheville, NC, she said. [...] If one looked at the front of the house from the outside, he would see a single door in front, in the center of the house; but this was a door opening into a hallway, with apartments opening off on either side, and thus would not be in the middle of a front room.
[...] A couple of days ago Jane and I learned that other people in our apartment house heard the voice, and were quite curious.
[...] Lorraine told us the walls of the apartment were painted yellow, and that the furniture was of the old-fashioned kind with large rose decorations.
[...] As mentioned, coming over here (Apartment 5) meant that he was finally willing to confront his feelings about your relationship. The other apartment now, then, represents isolation, where when he was running away it represented independence.
Apartment 4 then represents old beliefs, both literal and symbolic at once then. [...]
[...] Using the analogy of adulthood again, it is as if the child within you is a part of your own memory and experience, and yet in another way has left you, gone apart from you as if you are only one adult that the child “turned into.” [...]
[...] Only when you think of the soul as something different, separate, and therefore closed, are you led to consider a separate god — a personality that seems to be apart from creation.
The immediate physical environment of your own apartment, for example, is the result of continual inner processes with which you are not acquainted. [...]
If, for example, at two o’clock your apartment appears comfortable, cozy and peaceful and twenty minutes later it suddenly seems crowded, uncomfortable and cluttered, then you see this is not imagination. [...]
(Long pause at 10:38.) The earlier ones saw the two of you as apart from society’s inner workings—not divorced, now, from society—but you had both pursued policies of not following society’s mores. You prided yourselves on not having regular jobs, and being apart from certain portions of the culture. [...]
He had always enjoyed being somewhat disreputable—had seen himself and you prowling around the edges of society (as Jane had said earlier today)—not simply observers of it but to a large extent apart from its foibles, and certainly not mired in all of its conventional misunderstandings. [...]
(Resume at 4:16.) It is also a good idea for Ruburt to remind himself that he knows well that these concepts are true, and that they will lead inevitably toward his recovery—or rather, to his recovery—for they follow the innate laws of nature as it exists in its own state, apart from men’s ideas about it. [...]
[...] The overall reception is dependent upon the wiring and the inner workings of the radio — and (intently) those workings exist apart from the stations they are meant to pick up. In the same way, the “supernatural psyche” exists apart from the stations of consciousness that it contains. [...]
[...] I exist apart from him, as he exists apart from me, yet we are together a part of the same entity — and that simply carries the idea of the psyche further.
[...] The plant from which the two leaves were taken was once the property of our neighbor here in the apartment house, Miss Callahan, an elderly retired teacher. Jane first saw it in Miss Callahan’s apartment at Christmas of 1964, when Miss Callahan received it as a Christmas present.
[...] The third plant I found on the back porch of the apartment house last winter, where it had been discarded by Miss Callahan. [...]
[...] Interestingly enough, Jane used to see our present plant in bloom in Miss Callahan’s apartment, before Miss Callahan disposed of it.
[...] I dreamed in color that Jane and I had moved back to Sayre, Pennsylvania — my home town — to Mrs. Potter’s old apartment at 317 S. Elmer Avenue. [...]
[...] I’d idly speculated with Jane about whether the reacquaintance with the Potters — Lois is Mrs. Potter’s adopted daughter — had any connection with my dream about our moving back to the apartment we’d had in the Potter house in Sayre.)
(It wasn’t until I was ready to leave 330 that I realized I hadn’t asked Seth to comment on my dream of the night before — involving our returning to the Potter apartment-house in Sayre. [...]
[...] Moreover, this event had taken place in the apartment house we lived in on Water Street; not in our own quarters there, however, but in the apartment of another tenant whom we’ve known for a number of years.
Of my three class counterparts other than Jane, then, it developed that Norma Pryor and Jack Pierce soon embarked upon their own paths, which hardly ever cross mine even though we don’t live that far apart. [...]
[...] Jane and I had moved back to 458 W. Water Street, only now the house was much bigger than it really is, had many more apartments in it — they were all in good shape, with numerous stairways connecting them on a split-level layout. They weren’t closed off from each other as apartments usually are, so that the numerous tenants could have free interchange with each other if they chose to. [...]