For
one reason or another, in the aftermath of my angry moments, my body gets tired
as much as my soul does. Getting tired or wearing itself out: name it as you
like it. We need to wear ourselves out, let ourselves grow old, so that new
ones come along.
How
high is the number of living creatures in the form of humans, disguised as
humans, who are eager to be in this spotlight. They are unaware of the fact
that being on stage makes you lose your human virtues and turns you into a
monkey existing solely to amuse humans. Still, all the creatures who have been
unable to analyze their essential nature, are sacrificed under that very
spotlight.
Anger
does not derive from our nature or existence, but from our eagerness to exist.
What leads to anger is the deficiencies that result from the desire to realize
oneself, being not happy with one’s present existence. It is a feeling produced by those who
have not yet reached themselves, or who felt scared when faced with the self
they have reached. If you have anger
inside, you have your reasons to let yourself go. But you should know that
you cannot be the one who will let yourself go, not in this life, or in any
life to come.
Through
the layers of the soul, the path of discovery has no end. When your sins, which
you have formerly considered to be saplings, appear on your path in the form of
huge plane trees, you will see that not even a small ant may find space on
their shade.
How
painful it is, to face the smallness of the enormous. Cruelty does not only address the others. In
fact, we are the ones who become the greatest victims of our own cruelty. Could
we have lied to a single other person in the universe, as much as we have lied
to our own selves?
