In the darkness he was looking sideways at me. I said nothing for a moment; there had seemed to be some special emphasis on the last sentence.
‘Is this also what you meant by being psychic?’ ‘
It is what I mean by hazard. There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be. You are too young to know this. You are still becoming. Not being.’
‘Perhaps.’
‘Not perhaps. For certain.’
‘What happens if one doesn’t recognize the… point of fulcrum?’ …
‘You will be like the many. Only the few recognize this moment. And act on it.’
‘The elect?’
‘The elect.’
~ John Fowles, The Magus
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