How strangely one is susceptible to an atmosphere. One
needs a friendly tension, a sense of warm attention in
which one can freely and naturally blossom. So few have
this atmosphere, and so most are stunted, physically as well
as psychologically. I am surprised that you have survived
without being perverted in that peculiar atmosphere.
But one can see why you were not utterly destroyed,
spotted and twisted—outwardly you adjusted as rapidly as
possible, and inwardly you put yourself to sleep. It is this
inward insensitivity that saved you. If you had allowed
yourself to be sensitive, inwardly awake, you could not
have stood it. There would have been conflict, and you
would have broken down, been marked. Now that you are
inwardly awake and are clear, you have no conflict with the
atmosphere. It is this conflict that makes for perversion.
You will always remain unscarred if you are inwardly very
alert and awake, and warmly adjust to things externally.
J. Krishnamurti
Happy is the one who is nothing.
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