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EPILOGUE
XLI
WHAT WAS THE
effect upon me of my years with Gurdjieff
as a child, and what did I learn at the Prieure?
I am tempted to answer that question with another question :
How is it possible to evaluate such an experience? There was
no training or education available at the Prieure which would
serve to prepare any individual for success in the ordinary
sense of the word; I had not learned enough to enter a college,
I could not even pass a final high school examination. I did
not become a benevolent, wise, or even a more competent
individual in any visible sense. I did not become a happier,
more peaceful, or less troubled person. A few of the things
I did learn -- that life is lived today -- right now -- and that the
fact of death is inevitable; that man is a perplexing, confusing
and inexplicable, unimportant cog in the universe -- are
perhaps things that I might have learned anywhere.
However, I might well go back to the year 1924, and repeat
that whatever else existence is or may seem to be, it is a gift.
And like all gifts ... anything is possible ... there might
be a miracle inside the box.
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