Listening To Sacred Hymns By Gurdjieff

Out there in space where stars and planets position themselves according to primeval patterns and determine the seasons on earth, it is already Autumn 2017. But here, in the places we walk, in the air we breathe, in the thoughts tumbling in our minds to their own ends, it is still Summer. Can our simple desires exert a force that will make Summer's blessings last even longer? Can my thoughts race through space and freeze the behavior of celestial objects? Relieve them of their role in determining human fate? The pianist is playing a piece called HYMN FOR A GREAT TEMPLE, and it summons me to either prayer or despair. Perhaps I should restrain my thoughts, and position myself between the two extremes. First, I will humbly pray, second roar in defiance of fixed, unbending things, then repeat both and keep repeating them until a current of energy takes over, turning their opposition into a single force. Or will this music of Gurdjieff quiet my thinking, and make me absorb what is given, and not to wrest control from the ancient custodians of reality? And do not the simple pleasures of Summer and the complex joys of Autumn mock the heaviness of my thoughts? I will postpone until Winter any resolution.