It is not possible, it is not possible, it is not possible, it is not possible...

This is not normal, this is not normal, this is not normal.

It is not possible, it is not possible, it is not possible, it is not possible...

This is not Sahaj, this is not Sahaj, this is not Sahaj, so ultimately what is Sahaj remains.

But, I mean, there -- it doesn't seem like the numbers --

It's not relevant, it's not sexy, it's not fashionable, and it's not cool.

It's not glorious, it's not beautiful, it's not even heroic.

If it isn't in writing, it isn't, and even then...

That’s not to say the book is poorly written; it is not.

And this is not the Germans of the Volga, nor the people in the Baltics, nor is it the Chinese or the Malagasy; it’s not the Annamese or the Czechs; and of course it’s not the proletariat.

And this is not the Germans of the Volga, nor the people in the Baltics, nor is it the Chinese or the Malagasy, it’s not the Annamese or the Czechs, and of course it’s not the proletariat.

It's not necessary, it's not big, it's not clever.

Not by Brother Leo, not by Brother Wood, not--not by Brother Junie.

Impersonality isn't talking; it isn't silence; it isn't insinuation; it isn't repulsion; it isn't negation.

So it's not an error, it's not a warning, and it's not a message.