“To be one, whole in the face of life, is all that matters. So long as I remain conscious of this, I feel a life within me and a peace that nothing else can give.” The words are Madame de Salzmann’s, from the final page of her book The Reality of Being. I read them and feel good. For a moment I experience “the peace that passeth understanding.” At that same moment I realize my incapacity and my non-comprehension and I feel bad. Stabbed in the heart by “the sword of gnosis” I want to run away, fall back into complacency. I see how I am, divided. Do I care? So long as I remain trapped in passivity, nothing new can appear: no Newness, no New Man, no New World. Do I really wish to explore the Unknown? Or am I only an armchair adventurer, a dreamer vicariously gaining the experience from another’s travels? How can I know myself? My journey to inaccessible places begins with seeing that I am two: I wish, I do not wish. The act of seeing itself is the appearance of ‘I.” Not the ordinary “I” that is deeply afraid and wishes only for security, but the real “I,” pure, uncontaminated by fear, grounded in love. “Without it I will never know what is true, never enter a world entirely new.” Her words convey deep meaning, far deeper than we ordinarily realize. To discover the New World requires knowing how to measure. Without the science of measures I cannot go far. “It is my measure, the measure both of my capacity and of the quality of my moment of work.” Knowing the code of measures, I can decipher the reality of who I am. This book provides the keys to the code.