Oh dear teacher, I have had enough, this pain that only worsens. Oh my teacher, I need to know!
It is time I tell you where you are.
There is no heaven. There is no hell. For neither can you attain. There is only the line between them. While walking it, draw it thinner and thinner. When this line disappears, so will you. That is what we teachers call 'learning'.
But this agony means I must be burning in hell!
No, your hatred for your agony is what burns you. Your pain is just your teacher. Neither love nor hate it. Simply be taught by its wisdom. Take the shapes of your own pain.[A crazed voice in the distance calls out faintly: "Time will tear your wounds apart! Reverse all healing; grip the thorns!"]
[So ends the first volume of the deathly teachings of all ages. It is entitled, "Songs of Sorrowless Decay." Disciples be warned: if you continue to volume two, you will next be taught by a new master, one possessed with dark madness, a counter-wisdom of twisted truths.]
.
Reverse all healing; grip the thorns!"I am taken with your whole new series of texts here and specifically with this notion of Reversing all healing! to grip the thorns! seems to suggest almost an asceticism.In any case, I like other readers look forward to Volume 2' a counter wisdom of twisted truths'
ReplyDelete