(From when I asked the sage for advice)
You come to me asking for advice, but you already know the answer. Let us start with that honesty.
You are like the fly that has tasted enlightenment but is too busy being a fly to stay still for long. In the stillness, the way will be revealed to you. But you must stay still. And by stillness, I don’t mean stillness of movement. Still the mind, my friend.
But you want to continue being a fly, jumping around from shit to enlightenment all the time. In your busyness you are unable to distinguish between shit and enlightenment – they’re all the same to you. At least the fly is being a fly. Shit and enlightenment are the same for a fly, one might be sweeter than the other, but it cannot sit still for too long – its way is to be busy. It is a fly. And it is being who it is and who it can be. Now, I ask you, are you a fly? If you are, then I congratulate you – you are being who you are. If you are not a fly, inquire within yourself what makes you give equal value to shit and enlightenment? The fly has no choice but to be a fly. You have the choice to be anything you choose. To be a fly. To be a guru. To be a thief. To be a priest. A beggar. A businessman. A teacher. Or, to be you. Who are you?
You tell me you have no time to be you, that it’s not easy. That the world will not let you be yourself. That the price is too high. That you cannot afford the luxury of finding your own way. Because you have responsibilities. And you have to make a living now. Later maybe.
I never said it would be easy. But later you might be dead. In fact, later, you will be dead. I cannot see into the future, but I can tell you that that is a certainty. Later, you will be dead. In fact, now, you are already dead if you are not being yourself and living as who you are.
The world will never give you a chance to be yourself. That is your responsibility. The world does not care about what you want. The only area you have influence is to choose your own way. If you do, the world will bend to the one who chooses his own way. Grudgingly at first, but the world only respects the one who knows herself and who does not submerge her identity in the world.
The world is made up mostly of followers, of wimps, parasites who have been afraid to live their own lives. Flies all, dining on shit and marketing it as enlightenment to other parasites. Yes, there are rich followers, powerful parasites, silver-tongued salesmen of self-discovery, all beckoning you, cajoling you come this way, go that way, threatening you, enticing you with comfort and prestige and security and recognition. In fact, with my talk of enlightenment, I could be one of these merchants that want to keep you from your own way. The world is filled with holy men and gurus and “enlightened beings” and freak shows who want to save you, or use you. Who want to show you the way. How do you know that I am not a master fly myself? You don’t.
Go then within and find yourself. Or continue being busy like a fly, going from here to there, ceaselessly, till it is spent. It is a fly. Are you?
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