conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about with the genre: Self-Help, Personal Transformation?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'THE POLITICS OF EXPERIENCE AND THE BIRD OF PARADISE'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first four paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: THE POLITICS OF EXPERIENCE AND THE BIRD OF PARADISE
  Together with research workers in California, Bateson brought this paradigm of an insoluble 'can't win' situation, specifically destructive of self-identity, to bear on the internal family pattern of communication of diagnosed schizophrenics.
  This state of affairs may not be perceived as such by any of the people in it. The man at the bottom of the heap may be being crushed and suffocated to death without anyone noticing, much less intending it. The situation here described is impossible to see by studying the different people in it singly. The social system, not single individuals extrapolated from it, must be the object of study.
  The behaviour of the diagnosed patient is part of a much larger network of disturbed behaviour. The contradictions and confusions 'internalized' by the individual must be looked at in their larger social contexts.
  Something is wrong somewhere, but it can no longer be seen exclusively or even primarily 'in' the diagnosed patient.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: One sees the old and familiar in a new and strange way. Often as though for the first time. One's old moorings are lost. One goes back in time. One is embarked on the oldest voyage in the world.
  He had not died physically, but his 'ego' had died. Along with this ego-loss, this death, came feelings of the enhanced significance and relevance of everything.
  Loss of ego may be confused with physical death. Projected images of one's own mind may be experienced as persecutors. One's own ego-less mind may be confused with one's ego. And so on. Under such circumstances a person may panic, become paranoid, with ideas of reference and influence, become inflated with ideas of grandeur, etc.
  Some confusion of this kind need not be alarming. But who can say that he is entirely unafraid to die, or, if he searches his heart even further, that he feels entitled to die?
  He had a 'particularly acute feeling' that things were divided into three levels: an antechamber level, a central world, and a higher world. Most people were waiting in the antechamber to get into the next department, which was what he had now entered:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: One sees the old and familiar in a new and strange way. Often as though for the first time. One's old moorings are lost. One goes back in time. One is embarked on the oldest voyage in the world.
  He had not died physically, but his 'ego' had died. Along with this ego-loss, this death, came feelings of the enhanced significance and relevance of everything.
  Loss of ego may be confused with physical death. Projected images of one's own mind may be experienced as persecutors. One's own ego-less mind may be confused with one's ego. And so on. Under such circumstances a person may panic, become paranoid, with ideas of reference and influence, become inflated with ideas of grandeur, etc.
  Some confusion of this kind need not be alarming. But who can say that he is entirely unafraid to die, or, if he searches his heart even further, that he feels entitled to die?
  He had a 'particularly acute feeling' that things were divided into three levels: an antechamber level, a central world, and a higher world.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs? End with the sentence '
  If I could turn you on, if I could drive you out of your wretched mind, If I could tell you I would let you know.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Dancing waves of fluent highs and lows of lips and nipples, fingers, spines, thighs, laughing, intertwining, intermingling, fusing, and somewhere touched, an ultimate joy and gladness, lovely lightful life diffusing an ever newer fiercer freshness. Yes this is possible, where from or where to no more need to ask, him and her, you and me, become us – more than a moment of us and a not too despairing declension. What more is there to ask?
  Tidal wave one million miles high moving at speed of light. Impossible to go above or beneath, to run away, to get round to left or right. The Government fires the land with massive flame throwers, earth to desert, to absorb the water. Fire against Water. Don't panic.
  I have seen the Bird of Paradise, she has spread herself before me, and I shall never be the same again.
  City lights at night, from the air, receding, like these words, atoms each containing its own world and every other world. Each a fuse to set you off....
  If I could turn you on, if I could drive you out of your wretched mind, If I could tell you I would let you know.