As Intense as the Desire to Study…

As intense as the desire to study and learn is the anguish experienced on those days when possible knowledge seems irrelevant, possibilities extremely limited, and the means of learning insufficient. And it seems that time only intensifies them, as death approaches and conclusions must be reached quickly. At the same time, the urgency and sense of lost time worsen, at a stage when one thought it could be appeased. There is no solution: one must let the fleeting nature of it all pass and make the most of the positive, stimulating, perhaps somewhat illusory impulse, but one that does not run out and always provides a reason to want to wake up.

It Is Only After a Long Time, and After Witnessing…

It is only after a long time, and after witnessing many breakups and much frustration, that one realizes the truth of the lesson: without the idem velle, idem nolle, friendship does not thrive. And it does not do so for the better, since, over time, without it, it will only get in the way. Before one realizes it, time has been lost, opportunities have been missed, energy has been wasted, and stagnation has set in. Hence, there is no failure more predictable, when time does not align with the old principle, and to notice this is to know that there are forces against which it is not worth fighting. It is undoubtedly better to follow the advice of one’s natural, spontaneous inclination, which, without having to spend a single word, points in the direction toward which the spirit should converge.

No Man Is Passive Enough to Reach Old Age…

No man is passive enough to reach old age and, looking back, be able to justify himself as a victim of the life he has led. This is never possible, and noticing this reveals a valuable lesson. There is always an action that follows the impositions of fate, and it is in this action that one’s personal mark is engraved. In a biography, such actions are highlighted, and just as they cannot be separated from the events that motivated them, neither can they be separated from those that came about because of them. After all, it is always possible to point out the weight of individual responsibility.

To Be Able, Like Radhanath Swami, to Write…

To be able, like Radhanath Swami, to write a book like The Journey Home and call it an autobiography is something that only a tiny fraction of men throughout history have had the opportunity to do. And it is difficult to imagine how satisfying it must be to look back and have experienced a story like this, as incredible as instructive, and only not exemplary because it could never be lived by an ordinary man. To have similar experiences, one must have the courage of madmen, who fear nothing and are always willing to lose what they have. But there is further proof that madness pays off, and that this world seems somewhat different to those willing to sacrifice themselves to achieve what they most intimately desire.