You have sought for a person of knowledge your whole life, forsaking everything without exclusion: family, friends, health, and comfort. Your search has been exhaustive and all-consuming, but without fruition, until finally you learn the whereabouts of a true sage, and set off on your last, desperate journey.
Having extended yourself beyond your limit, you finally arrive at your destination, and with your weak heart throbbing, you enter the hidden hermitage.
Misery! There is no one to be found. You are distraught. And in the time it takes you to collapse under the stress of failure, another seeker, following the same arduous route as yourself, arrives to find you dying.
As he looks sorrowfully into your eyes you utter defeatedly “It doesn’t make any sense.”
Now, given all of this: given that this other person has also lost all that you have lost in the seeking, has also come the same distance and followed the same path as you, perhaps also knows only what you yourself know, and has also desired to find the same sage as you had sought, so as to right it all- does it matter that, as you resignedly exhale your final capitulative breath, you can hear the other person ecstatically declaring to you, “Master, I have found you, and your wisdom!”?
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by Jack Haas
Books by Jack Haas