In the book The Sayings of the Desert Fathers it is said
that one can bear all the difficulties of one’s environment
—the limited food and water supplies and
the lack of communication—
but what one has to truly fight against
is the urge to masturbate, day and night and night and day.
These are the words of the holiest and the wisest
and obviously, the best topic to joke about when
the monks happened to meet
random people on a random basis.
It’s the final test in everyone’s life, to overcome the animal inside and
to turn yourself into the desert the monks saw, heard, tasted,
and felt around them:
to become the home of no desire.
The dry is needed to balance out the moist in your core:
water is the pool of life and the component that drives us towards
the creation of new forms and is connected to both sex and love
that are the concepts made to describe the silent oasis inside
by the apparatus which decided to call itself the brain and which is
the machine of subjective illusions and hallucinations, the home of
the private games.
To surround yourself with the dryness is to become one with
the divine
that has no material form and this way does not work as a mirror
for anyone’s subjective views but instead,
seeks to get the balance right,
to diminish the water animal inside of you until Death is all that
there is to face
and it’s, in fact, a path to a broader world and life,
beyond the concepts and everything
we can see, heart, taste, and feel around us.
