The divine
things are well enveloped, sealed and contained. Available to be open by him
who seeks to find -
“Do you
seek to find?”
“Everyone
who seeks surely seek to find”.
“They ought
to but not all who seeks seek to find. Some seek for seeking sake, some seek
because they were told to seek - some seek out of curiosity but only a few seek
to find. Those who seek to find are those who will find what they seek and in
finding what they sought will their soul be satisfied unable to move to the
next quintessence satisfaction. Many who seeks seek the wrong thing, for when
they find that which they sought, they lived as if they never found it thus
they never find what they are seeking for”.
“Have you
found what you seek”?
“Yes my
little entrepreneur. On my journey through the vast open road, I came to a
little off road, very narrow and straight. Only I, my reason and soul could fit
in - everything acquired thus far from the wayside of the vast road could not
be taking in for there was only space for I, my reason and soul”.
“What did
you do my professor?”
“Ah, I did what
any thinking man would do my little adventurer. I sat a while with my precious
belongings pondering if there was enough for me for the rest of my life, or was
I to lose it all for this narrow road. Besides I knew not what this narrow road
offered except for its deep darkness and sign which read ‘at the end of this
narrow road and in-between are enveloped the divine things to whomever desire
or dare to open them.’
I considered
a little longer, eyeing my possessions, noticing among them that there was no
divine thing among them; all I had were earthly things soon to perish while I
live or to outlive me when I die. As a thinking man now praising my mother for
teaching me the paths of wisdom, I renounced my worldly possessions and placed
both foot on the narrow road. At first it was light, and then a gravity of
heaviness wrapped around me as the darkness makes the world evening. What is
this and where are the divine things I asked myself? Did I renounce all of my
belongings for this? Did I renounce the light of the sun for the shades of a
valley? – I looked back desiring to return for I saw the gold which I had left
by the road’s entrance, sparkled brighter than ever my eyeballs saw it. It was
as if it spoke to me, not to my heart but to my flesh. It said ‘leave the
difficulty of the narrow road and come play and dance in vanities market. Our
lives can be spent in leisure and luster by pleasures side and wanting’s ride -
leave this effort consuming narrow road and place thy foot once again on the
vast enticing open road. The gold spoke to my flesh but not to my heart - my
heart loved this narrow road but my flesh despised it - so I did what any
thinking man would do”.
“What did
you do my master?”
“Oh my
young seeker, I sat down and stilled my movement to listen to the argument
between my soul and flesh- an hour argued but nothing gained. Both employed
logic to perfect conclusions, even reason could have no sway till a passing
stranger whispered to my ears, then immediately vanished to trust the sign for
what have I yet gained. At this my flesh and heart stilled to ponder the words
spoken. Ah flesh said my heart’s tongue - you are never satisfied by the possessions
gained thus far and history tells us that with more gained the satisfaction
will still elude - yes said the flesh accepting the heart’s remark with pry. Then
reason rang her judge’s bell that this narrow road is to be marched, walked to
finish, even though we have no light to gain what’s contained in the envelope
aright.
I stood up
and walked my young designer and there is much contained in this story to tell.
It worsened as snow and hail came in frightening speed reducing me to cower
under ledges seen. I found a little grace of help, a stick to walk and a
blanket to warm until finally, after a week’s plod I did find a tavern
converters training hall. Surely for fellowship in here I have, my flesh has
almost wearied my heart to return to my gold’s arms”.
“Welcome
stranger, nay, none here are strangers - all are friends, nay, more than
friends - brothers, and sisters, mother’s and father’s, grandmother’s and
grandfather’s - tell me young convert what stronger bond than this creatures on
earth can have?”
“None I
reflected - for a brother is a friend but not every friend is a brother - and a
father’s love is unconditional, the children’s right by birth”.
“I see you
have converted your walk - straying from the vast business enjoying road to
this dark valley - every converter has a story to tell - sit my young one over
a hot cheer.”
“A hot
cheer - never have I tasted such a thing - but since I have opted in your
wishes I shall employ -”
“Brother of
mine this hot cheer will make you smile - ease that flesh that’s aching your
heart”.
“Dear sir,
before this I buy, may I have a water to soothe my thirst?”
“There’s
abundance of that available on the road you walk - did you not see it?”
“Nay sir,
there was only snow and hail which fell”.
“Oh those
were all for you to drink - on this road the pleasure is in the pain and yet
there is more to gain”.
“Was I to
drink the snow on the floor opening wide my mouth to catch the hail - surely it
is unsafe, unkempt by man’s design, so I passed it by”.
“Many a
convert have this much said except those whom grace was given exceedingly much
to understand that the pleasure is in the pain. The comfort and gain is all
immediate or soon after the pain. The ways here are upside down, in is out and
out is in - much earthly reason cannot prevail here, not even Aristotle’s and
Kant’s wisdom carry much weight here - sit now brother - there’s much of this
song on the road to be song”.
K.Oni