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Nothing Moves Until The Heart Moves
“Art-making is not about telling the truth but making the truth felt.”
— Christian Boltanski
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D: Mr Gurdjieff, this week I made an observation. I found
myself in front of several boys who inspired pity in me
because they were malnourished and poor. I didn’t how to
be in front of them. I didn’t know what to think. At first
it was pity, but I saw I couldn’t do anything and soon…
G: Excuse me, but you could have done something. You
could have given something to nourish them. Not literally,
but you could have seen to it that they had something to eat.
If, objectively, you had loved them; if, objectively, you had
wanted them to have something to eat, this would have been
enough. They would have gone out and, automatically,
they would have found someone to give them something to
eat.
D: I really saw my weakness, and my pity turned to hate.
G: …think about helping your neighbour with all your heart, with real pity…
