"A considerable percentage of the people we meet on the street are
people who are empty inside, that is, they are actually already dead. It is fortunate for us that we do not see and do not
know it. If we knew what a number of people are actually dead and what a number of these dead people govern our lives, we
should go mad with horror." George Gurdjieff (c. 1877-1949), Greek-Armenian religious teacher,
mystic. Quoted in: P. D. Ouspensky, In Search of the Miraculous, ch. 8 (1949).
"Original name George S. Georgiades (b. 1872?, Alexandropol, Armenia, Russian Empire--d. Oct. 29, 1949, Neuilly,
near Paris), Greco-Armenian mystic and philosopher who founded an influential quasi-religious movement.
Epitaph
by King Crimson (Fripp/McDonald/Lake/Giles/Sinfield)
The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments
if death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams, Will no one
lay the laurel wreath As silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate, The seeds of time were sown, And watered by the
deeds of those Who know and who are known; Knowledge is a deadly friend When no one sets the rules. The fate of
all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools.
Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make
it we can all sit back and laugh. But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
