Chapter 15 Lonely

Life is an island in an ocean of solitude. Life is an island—its rocks are wishes, its trees are dreams, its flowers are solitude, and its springs are thirst.This island is in the middle of the Sea of ​​Solitude. my brother!Your life is an island separated from all islands and all regions, and though you send ships to other shores, and though fleets come to your shores, you are still you, the one whose pain and Joyful and lonely, remote because of its longing, unknown islands because of their secrets and seclusions. my brother!I see you sitting on a golden mountain, rejoicing in your wealth and exalting in your abundance.You feel in every handful of ore a secret passage connecting your thoughts with the thoughts of men, your intentions with the intentions of men.I see that you are like a great pioneer, leading an invincible army, coming to an impregnable fortress, destroying it in one fell swoop; coming to an impregnable stronghold, and occupying it in one fell swoop.But the second time I saw you, I found behind the great wall of your storehouse a heart trembling in its solitude, trembling like a thirsty man in a cage of gold and jewels without water .

my brother!I see you sitting on a throne of glory, surrounded by those who praise your name, repeat your words and actions, count your genius and stare at you eagerly.It was as if they stood before a prophet who, by the force of his spirit, lifted their souls up and carried them soaring among the stars.You look at them with gaiety, strength, and conquest in your face, and your place among them is as the soul is in the body.But, the second time I saw you, I saw your lonely essence sitting right beside your throne, aching with your solitude, troubled with your melancholy.Then I saw it stretch out its hands in all directions, as if seeking the sympathy and alms of invisible phantoms.Later, I saw it looking over people's heads into the distance, looking into a place where there is nothing but its solitude.

my brother!I see you infatuated with the love of a beautiful woman, spraying the nectar of your soul in her hair, kissing her bare hands with your lips.She looks at you with affectionate eyes, and a maternal smile appears on the corner of her mouth.I whispered in my heart: "Love took away this man's loneliness, erased his loneliness, so that he was connected again with that ordinary and ordinary soul, which with love separated from him because of emptiness and oblivion. You are attracted to yourself by the things you have. "However, when I saw you again, I found a lonely heart in your obsessed heart. It wanted to pour his secrets into this woman's mind, but it can't do it.Behind your love-melted self I found another lonely self, like a fog, wishing to melt into tears in the clutching hands of your lady friend, but it could not.

my brother!Your life is a lonely house far from all homes and communities. Your spiritual life is a mansion away from the ways of those appearances and appearances that people call by your name.If this house is dark and dim, you cannot light it with the lamps of your kin; if it is empty, you cannot fill it with your neighbor's property; if Say it was built in a desert, but you can't move it into a garden where other people plant flowers and trees; if you say it stands on a hilltop, you can't lower it into a valley that others have trampled on. My brother, your spiritual life is surrounded by solitude and solitude without which you would not be you and I would not be me; without this solitude I would hear your voice, You'll also think it's me talking; even if you see your face, you'll think it's me looking at myself in the mirror.