Chapter 20 wise presence

In the dead of night, Wisdom came to my bed.She looked at me like a loving mother, wiped away my tears, and said: "I heard the cry of your heart, come here to comfort you. You can open your heart to me, and I will fill you with light." Your heart. If you have any doubts, just ask, and I can show you the way of truth." So I said, "Wisdom, tell me! Who am I and how did I come to this terrible place? These grand wishes, Where do so many books, these strange paintings come from? How can there be these thoughts like a flock of pigeons? What is the use of these poems reflecting my own intentions and interesting prose? These embrace my soul and strike What is the fate of my heart, of works of sorrow and joy? Why are there around me these eyes that look deep into my heart and are indifferent to my pain? This is What voices--singing the praises of my childhood, and weeping for my present day? What is youth--it plays with my will, scorns my emotions, forgets yesterday's deeds, clings to The trifles of the present, and complaining that tomorrow is too late? What is the world—Where it leads me, I don't know. Why is it despised with me? Why does the earth open its mouth to swallow people's bodies , but open their hearts to let greed and ambition live in peace? Why do people go to pursue happiness knowing that there is a cliff ahead? Even if the god of death pats his denomination, he still asks for the kiss of life? Why are you willing to spend a year of regret to buy a minute? Pleasure? Why does he sleep when the ideal calls? Why does he follow the stream of ignorance to the bay of darkness? Wisdom! What is it all about?"

She replied, "Man! You want to see the world with God's eyes, but you want to use human thinking to figure out the mysteries of the afterlife. This is extremely stupid. When you go to the wild, you will find bees flying among the flowers. Fly away, while the hawk runs straight for its prey; go to a neighbor's house, and see the baby marveling at the light, while the mother is busy with the housework. Be like the bee, don't waste it by meddling in the hawk's business. Happy spring! Be like that baby, rejoice in the light, and forget about your mother's business! Everything you see, was and will be for you: so many books, those strange pictures and beautiful ideals, Is the phantasm of the minds of your ancestors. The poems you write will connect you with the hearts of your human brethren: those works that are sad and joyful are the seeds that the past sowed in the heart, the future will make it Fertility; the youth that plays with your will will open your heart and fill it with light; the earth that opens its mouth is to free your body from the slavery of your soul; this world that takes you forward is Your heart, for your heart is that which you think is a world; that which you think is foolish and small, who comes from God, who learns joy through sorrow, and learns from ignorance..."

Wisdom put his hand on my burning forehead and said, "Go forward, don't stop! There is complete success ahead. Go forward! Don't be afraid of the thorns on the road, for they only make corrupt blood flow."