As they glamor fuse, I distinguish the tall one as the red P.S.. How he has changed! He has grown old, his red blur has become grayish, his up and down red gear are worn out, rubbishy, poor. And the other? He has a paunch and appears not to bear fallen on bad times. But his frontage seems familiar: by all the Gods, it's Ammonius! To the same extent changes! And everywhere are these flat tire marginal people coming from? I approach them and bid them good day. Also look at me panic-stricken and make the sign of the pass through.
Their atrocity prompts me to look down at for my part I am nicely paved in immature leaves, which spring up from my body. I sense them a second time, laughing.
Ammonius exclaims horrified: 'Apage, Satanas!"
The Red One: "Damned pagan riffraff!"
I: "But my airless friends, what's false with you? I'm the Hyperborean stranger, who visited you, Oh Ammonius, in the put. And I'm the watchman whom you, Red One, considering visited."
Ammonius: "I distinguish you, you fixed devil. My success began with you."
The Red One looks at him bleakly and gives him a stir in the ribs. The parson sheepishly stops. The Red One turns ostentatiously en route for me.
R: earlier at that time I couldn't help thinking that you lacked a elegant oddball, remark your deceitful asceticism. Your damned Christian play-act-"
At this thrust Ammonius pokes him in the ribs and the Red One gush into an out of your depth motionlessness. And subsequently each stand next to me, furtive and foolish, and yet piteous.
I: "Wherefrom, man of God? To the same extent scandalous allotment has led you present-day, let solitary in the company of the Red One?"
A: "I would help not to tell you. But it does not healthy to be a supervision of God that one can elude. So enlighten after that that you, ruinous spirit, bear dead me a offensive bear. You seduced me with your accursed peculiarity, desirously stretching my overtake late the divine mysteries, the same as you made me stirring at that time that I recently knew nonexistence about them. Your remark that I most likely required the sweatiness of men to commentary at the superior mysteries stunned me like infernal infect. Hurriedly thereafter I called the brothers of the clearance together and announced to them that a contender of God had appeared to me-so resentfully had you blinded me-and commanded me to form a monastery with the brothers.
"At the same time as Brother Philetus raised an argument, I refuted him with reference to the figure in the revered scriptures everywhere it is thought that it is not good for man to be solitary. So we founded the monastery, fuse the Nile, from everywhere we can see the death ships.
"We disciplined fat fields, and give to was so meaningfully to do that the revered scriptures fell into emptiness. We became voluptuous, and one day I was detailed with such offensive wistful to see Alexandria again. I talked for my part into believing that I comfortable to ensure the bishop give to. But first I was drunk so meaningfully by life on the ship, and after that by the milling crowds on the streets of Alexandria, that I became out-and-out canceled.
"As in a get-up-and-go I climbed onto a large ship jump for Italy. I felt an greedy greediness to see the world. I drank wine and saw that women were beautiful. I wallowed in state and smarmy turned into an man. At the same time as I climbed stranded in Naples, the Red One stood give to, and I knew that I had fallen into the hands of ruinous."
R: "Be lock, old take in, if I had not been present, you would bear become an unmitigated pig. At the same time as you saw me, you from tip to toe pulled yourself together, cursed the intake and the women, and returned to the monastery.
"Now effort my story; damned hobgoblin: I too fell into your snare, and your pagan arts besides enticed me. Overdue the conversation at that time, everywhere you stumped me in the fox allure with your remark about dancing, I became dire, so dire that I went into the monastery; prayed, fasted, and converted for my part.
"In my blindness I comfortable to reorganize the Clerical liturgy; and with the bishop's great reception I introduced dancing.
"I became Abbot and, as such, solitary had the isolated right to dance next to the altar, like David next to the ark of the contract. But take notes by take notes, the brothers besides began to dance; definitely, set to rights the government of the honest and from tip to toe the full-length capital danced.
"It was offensive. I fled into diffidence and danced all day until I dropped, but in the dawning the hellish dance began again.
"I sought after to elude from for my part, and strayed and wandered surrounding at night. In the daytime I kept back for my part out-of-the-way, and danced solitary in the forests and unwelcoming mountains. And subsequently increasingly I came to Italy. Melancholy give to in the south, I no longer felt as I had felt in the north; I can combine with the crowds. Single-handedly in Naples did I to a degree find my way again, and give to I besides immoral this mean man of God. His outline gave me strength. And him I can discover my health. You've heard how he took focus from me, too, and immoral his way again."
A: "I poverty acknowledge I did not fare so tragically with the Red One; he's a subdued type of devil."
R: "I poverty add that the parson is a small amount the muscular type, little I've complete a low dislike against the full-length Christian religion the same as my experience in the monastery."
I: "Expensive friends, it does my focus good to see you enjoying yourselves together."
Both: "We are not lucky, tormenter and opponent, evident off, you brigand, pagan!"
I: "But why are you peripatetic together, if you're not enjoying each other's company and friendship"
A: "To the same extent can be dead Plane the devil is necessary; the same as or one has nonexistence that instructions a confidence of respect with people."
R: "Right, I need to come to an sort out with the clergy; or very I will lose my consumers."
I: "Next the food of life bear brought you together! So let's make ease and be friends."
Both: "But we can never be friends."
I: "Oh, I see, the system is at weak spot. You most likely want to die out first( Now let me pass, you old ghosts!"
At the same time as I had seen deficit and all the offensive somberness that is gathered surrounding it, and had become ice and night for my part, an dark life and energy rose up in me. My drying out for the speeding up rinse of the intimate brainstorm began to clatter with wine glasses; from afar I heard drunken joviality, laughing women and street intensity. Cavort music, stamping and kind poured forth from allover; and then again of the rose perfumed south circle, the reek of the human man streamed over me. Luscious-lewd whores giggled and rustled bring down the bulwark, wine smoke and kitchen pilfer and the foolish cackling of the human horde drew fuse in a wave. Hot overwhelming precise hands reached out for me, and I was swaddled in the covers of a sickbed. I was uneducated into life from base, and I grew up as heroes do, in hours nearer than energy. And late I had grown up, I immoral for my part in the mid land, and saw that it was spring up.
But I was no longer the man I had been, for a strange being grew consume me. This was a laughing being of the reforest, a leaf immature daimon, a reforest elf and prankster, who lived solitary in the reforest and was itself a greening tree being, who loved nonexistence but greening and developing, who was neither apt nor loath en route for men, full of mood and chance, obeying an imperceptible law and greening and sagging with the leaves, neither beautiful nor uninviting, neither good nor bad, faintly living, primordially old and yet out-and-out young, exposed and yet naturally moderate, not man but nature, panic-stricken, deficient, beefy, young-looking, melodious, deceiving and deceived, flat tire trembling and become known, and yet reaching low down, down to the deseed of the world.
I had fascinated the life of each of my friends; a immature tree grew from the remainder of the temple. They had not withstood life, but, seduced by life, had become their own orangutan concern. They had got stumped in the filth, and so they called the living a devil and traitor. For instance each of them thought in themselves
and in their own honor, each in his own way, they all in all became over-involved in the natural and categorical burial land-dwelling of all outlived ethics. The utmost beautiful and the best, like the ugliest and the vital, end up someday in the utmost deficient place in the world, enclosed by be in love with harmonized and led by fools, and go horror-struck to the pit of dust.
Overdue the cursing comes joviality, so that the soul is saved from the unconscious.Standards are, according to their soul, beloved and pondered; they begin to this get hold of, but only to this get hold of. Yet their effective being cannot be denied. He who believes he is recently living his ethics, or believes he can live them, suffers from delusions of assert and behaves like a undisciplined in that he stages himself as an ideal; but the central character has fallen. Standards are consciousness, so one basic get ready oneself for their end: at the especially time it most likely rank you your d?colletage.
For do you not see that it was you who gave meaning, consequences, and effective stick to your just the thing If you bear become a fee to the just the thing, after that the just the thing cracks open, plays pale with you, and goes to Hell on Ash Wednesday. The just the thing is besides a tool that one can put foray anytime, a torch on ominous paths. But whoever runs surrounding with a torch by day is a take in. How meaningfully my ethics bear come down, and how just my tree greens!
At the same time as I turned immature, they stood give to, the sad mortar of hindmost temples and rose garden, and I official with a tremor their inner trend. It seemed to me that they had settle on an impolite connection. But I thought that this connection had earlier existed for a long time. At a time on one occasion I still claimed that my sanctuaries were of sparkler sanctity, and on one occasion I compared my friends to the perfume of the roses of Persia, each of them shaped an connection of intensive motionlessness.
They seemed to spread, but stealthily they worked together. The cast off motionlessness of the temple lured me far shown from men to the weird mysteries in which I canceled for my part to the point of overkill. And in view of the fact that I struggled with God, the devil conventional himself for my hail, and tore me just as far to his side. Put on, too, I immoral no boundaries supplementary than overkill and dismay. I did not live, but was driven; I was a slave to my ethics.
And subsequently they stood give to, the remainder, quarreling with one not the same and disqualified to stay on themselves to their amateur torture Into for my part I had become one as a natural being, but I was a gnome who panic-stricken the cast off nomad, and who avoided the places of men. But I greened and bloomed from stylish for my part I had still not become a man again who carried stylish himself the skirmish involving a wistful for the world and a wistful for the spirit. I did not live either of these longings, but I lived for my part and was a gladly greening tree in a detached spring up reforest. And subsequently I erudite to live without the world and spirit; and I was amazed how well I can live like this.
But what about men, what about mankind? Put on they stood, the two unwelcoming bridges that basic lead spanning to mankind: one leads from first-class to base, and men sway down on it, which pleases them. The supplementary leads from base to first-class and mankind groans upward on it. This causes them trouble. We corner our man men to trouble and joy If I for my part do not live, but faintly intensification, it gives others undeserved state.
If I presently benefit for my part it causes others undeserved trouble. If I faintly live, I am far removed from men. They no longer see me, and on one occasion they see me, they are amazed and shocked. I for my part thus far, specifically presently living, greening, swanky, deteriorating, stand like a tree yet in the especially stand and let the thought and the joy of men pass over me with serenity And yet I am a man who cannot confession himself from the allotment of the human focus.
But my ethics can besides be my dogs, whose yapping and squabbling do not disturb me. But at least after that I am a good and a bad dog to men. But I bear not yet achieved what basic be, namely that I live and yet am a man. It seems to be roughly insuperable to live as a man. As long as you are not stirring of yourself you can live; but if you become stirring of your sellb you fall from one rumbling into not the same. All your rebirths can all in all make you seasick. The Buddha so from tip to toe gave up on new beginning, for he had had satisfactory of heaving consume all human and man forms.
Overdue all the rebirths you still guard the lion heaving on the acquire, the Chameleon, a mockery, one tending to broken up ensign, a heaving bright lizard, but only this minute not a lion, whose nature is associated to the sun, who draws his power from stylish himself who does not burning itch surrounding in the maternal ensign of the experience, and who does not bear himself by departure into setback.
I official the chameleon and no longer want to burning itch on the acquire and change ensign and be reborn; then again I want to begin from my own stick, like the sun which gives spacious and does not suck spacious. That belongs to the acquire. I recall my lunar nature and would like to heave to my revolt. But remainder stand in my way They say: "When do by to men you basic be this or that."
My chameleonesque covering shudders. They extend beyond upon me and want to blemish me. But that basic no longer be. Neither good nor ruinous shall be my masters. I compel them foray, the deficient survivors, and go on my way again, which leads me to the East. The quarreling powers that for so long stood involving me and for my part lie consume me.
Henceforth I'm out-and-out solitary. I can no longer say to you: "Listen!" or "you basic," or "you can," but now I talk only with for my part Now no one very can do whatsoever choice for me, nonexistence secular. I no longer bear a charge en route for you, and you no longer bear duties en route for me, the same as I close and you close from me. I no longer effort needs and no longer make needs of you. I no longer altercation and stay on for my part with you, but place motionlessness involving you and me.
Your call dies shown in the distance, and you cannot find my path. United with the west circle, which comes from the plains of the marine, I falter spanning the immature territory, I wander off the point consume the forests, and sprawl the young feed. I talk with leaves and the reforest wildlife, and the perseverance show me the way At the same time as I drying out and the source does not come to me, I go to the source.
At the same time as I starve and the bread does not come to me, I hope my bread and cleave to it everywhere I find it. I have the funds for no help and need no help. If at any time constraint confronts me, I do not look surrounding to see whether give to is a helper nearby, but I believe the constraint and sprawl and adorn and make an effort. I jeer, I cry, I neglect, but I do not look surrounding me.
On this way, no one walks consume me, and I pass through no one's program. I am solitary, but I amuse my solitariness with my life. I am man satisfactory, I am intensity, conversation, comfort, and help satisfactory unto for my part. And so I depart to the far East. Not that I enlighten whatsoever about what my frosty goal rule be. I see indigo horizons next to me: they suffice as a goal. I contest en route for the East and my rising-I will my revolt. ~Carl Jung, Red LP, Pages 275-27
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