The Light 4

I looked at her as she meditated. She was deep within herself like a turtle in a shell. Had she solved the problem of suffering? Could one really go beyond one's fears and desires? What did that mean? Wasn't one becoming a Thing? I was sure that a Rock was completely beyond fears and desires, but who wanted to be a Rock? I walked around her and saw her back. The scars on her back were deeply embedded. They looked terrible! How much suffering she must have gone through! Then I saw a man. He was crying. At the same time, he kept on slapping himself. He slapped himself with his right hand and then his left hand. Again and again, he slapped himself.

He was praising Jesus and trying to sing hymns as he was crying. His song became sadder and sadder and louder and louder til almost everyone could hear his songs. He was singing of his love for Jesus and of how Jesus saved him from hell. It was sad, it was so sad. He got up and slapped himself and then sang of Jesus. Jesus was a good man. Jesus was the Son of God. He was certain. He looked into people's eyes and sang his song. They looked back and sang his song. Then he slapped himself. He was sad. He broke down and cried nakedly. I looked at him and put a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me and hugged me for a long while. He said that love was the answer. LOVE. It's such a soft word.

Love. I wondered about Love. Love in the Darkness. Love in the midst of hunger. Could you really love your enemies when they raped your wife and killed your kids? Was it really possible to love someone who made your life a living hell? Love... was it an absolute? Was anything an absolute? Death was an absolute. Was Love the death of Ego?