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You are indeed now playing a game with yourself, but it is not relevant, and it may be irrelevant. But you had better play it reverently.

([Gene]: “With reverence for whom?”)

With reverence indeed toward the self.

A reverence for life is a saving characteristic of any personality who has it. [...] Reverence for life will also enable you to understand and deal with other human beings in a more kindly and beneficial manner.

There is a very practical reason for a reverence for all life, and very practical reasons why man must learn certain facts that up to this point he has considered impractical. [...]

Until you learn reverence for all living things you will continue to slaughter each other. [...]

[...] I do not want this session to run too long, however the reverence for life is so important that I wanted to underline it, and also to emphasize that it includes all life and man himself.

[...] When they are young, the offspring will accept some such suggestions uncritically, coming as they do from a revered adult, so that the suggestions are almost interpreted as commands.

Many men look forward to having sons, while at the same time they revere marriage as a necessary part of respectable family life, and also feel that marriage is somehow degrading — particularly to a male — and that the sex act itself is only justified if it brings him an heir.

[...] But you had better play it reverently.”

“With reverence for whom?”

“With reverence toward the self.”

I should be a bishop, for the looks upon your faces, the reverence and the quiet and the awed expression. [...]

[...] We respect it and revere it. [...]

In many ancient civilizations, the night with its blackness was revered, and the secrets of nighttime consciousness explored. [...]

In many past societies, soothsayers, dream experts, poets and artists were the most revered members, for they constantly replenished man’s creative abilities, allowed him to see his position within society and in the natural world with fresh eyes. [...]

[...] War will finally teach you to revere life. [...]

[...] More and more I’ve come to admire—revere, even—the single-minded, childlike devotion artists like Avery and Cézanne had for their art. [...]