is the speed of the heart! We are often so ignorant of its temperament.
Indeed, the heart moves at the speed of light. If we could but
tune into it a little more often, what a great relief it would
really be, dear readers who have had such patience on this journey
of the heart. On this journey of the mind. Yes, the heart and
mind do not even know they dwell in the same body. Such is the
sad state of affairs on this little planet. The heart and the
mind seem to want different things. How often do you, dear readers,
talk to yourselves? Does anyone answer? You see the mind and
heart talking to each other is like the sound of two hands clapping.
Confusion is everywhere! Just at the edge of the heart. Like
an ocean tugging on the shore of an island. This island of the
heart. The heart does not understand words. It does not care
to know about space. It becomes uncomfortable with time. There
is no BIG or SMALL in the Universe of the heart. There is no
PAST and there is no FUTURE. There is no GRAVITY and there is
no LIGHT. The heart is a fluid world. The heart has total understanding.
It has total recall. Dear readers, the heart likes to eat. If
you speak to the heart long enough, it will release a monster
and you will need to tame it. But, we are leaving our story!
Dear readers! We have a frightened little monk to comfort. And
this little monk had a very curious mind. Yes, he was now trying
to find out how to leave this most inhospitable desert. The
little monk remembered to walk in a straight line. This had
worked in the past, dear readers; so let us be patient and hope
it works again.
and on our little monk trudged. This desert seemed endless.
It was getting cold again; the sun was setting. Nothing but
sand dunes could be seen. This life and death business seemed
endless. As the little monk began to lose hope, he saw a little
mouse in the distance. He was running away
from something unknown and possibly frightening. The little
monk shouted to the little mouse:
"Hello there! Little mouse .... what are you running away
The little mouse stopped and smiled at the little monk. "Are
you lost?" it asked.
"Yes, I am," said the little monk. "Can you please
tell me where I can find the meaning of life?"
The little mouse laughed and said: "You will never find
the meaning of life."
"Why is that?" asked the little monk.
"Because, you can add two and two and get four, but you
cannot get three!" retorted the little mouse, and off he
fled into the distance.
readers, please don't despair! Our little monk was not lost.
He remembered the words of the abbot. He had once told him that
one should always put the matter at hand to the purpose at hand.
The little prince saw enormous quantities of sand. This gave
him an idea. Why not simply dig a hole and find a way out beneath
the ground? It struck him as a grand idea. The little monk began
digging without stopping to rest. Eventually, he found a tunnel
and walked along the side of it. It was pitch black and the
little monk could not really see things clearly. The only thing
he could do was feel the earth beneath his feet. After an hour
of this slow and delicate work, he reached a small little door.
It seemed to be locked, and forcing it open failed to bring
relief. The little monk could smell a sweet fragrance coming
from the other side. Smell, as you know, readers, is a tool
of the heart. You know, how often we can tell so much by just
one whiff of our nostrils! A small little light guided the little
monk, this little light led to a small room. It was there that
the little monk encountered a great mystery. Like all good mysteries,
it would be unwise for me to reveal it, but, let me saythat
the little monk discovered an old wizard. Now, this wizard was
somewhat blind. His age may have had something to do with it.
This prevented him from seeing the little monk, but he could
hear his approaching footsteps quite clearly.
"Who goes there?" cried the wizard.
"IT IS I," cried the little monk. "Dear Wizard,
can you please tell me the meaning of life?"
"Why do you want to know that?" asked the wizard,
with a tone of contempt. "Can't you just use your imagination?"
The little monk looked confused.
"Yes, my son. Simply imagine yourself as something. Everyone
else will, too, if you believe it. Most people are very ignorant
and simply do what they've been told to do. Invent your own
life. Just charge into your fears! It's never as bad as you
think .... and things are never as good as you
think, either. Invent a goal and follow it. Review it frequently
and see if it's still worthwhile following."
The little monk was greatly impressed. He was so impressed that
he asked, "What is your goal, if I may ask, dear Wizard
The wizard smiled and said, "I am building a device to
take me to the stars. I have discovered how to separate the
spin and center of a mass, and this will create a local gravity
field. My little spaceship will then be propelled into orbit.
Travel to the stars then will become very economical."
The little monk felt that this was a great way to live, but
that somehow this wasn't the answer he was looking for. So,
he asked the wizard: "When will your spaceship take off?"
The wizard replied: "It is taking off right now! Hop in
The little monk was never averse to a new adventure, so off
he went to the stars.
As the spaceship took off with a silent humming sound, the wizard
looked at our little monk and whispered: "Unless you leave
everything behind, how will you ever know who you really are?"
readers, this voyage must now take us to the very outer edge
of our galaxy and beyond. Being a curious and adventurous spirit,
our little monk did not mind this, for in the search of ultimate
truths, all comforts must be abandoned and great courage must
be pulled up from the very depths of the traveler. Indeed, to
be free can be quite nerve-wracking; the saddest person is often
the slave who has lost his chains!
little monk was looking out through the spaceship's window.
All the bundles of stars seemed to be talking to each other.
"Could they be talking about the truth?" wondered
the little monk to himself. "It would be nice to ask them
and find out, but how does one talk to a star?"
The old wizard was silently steering his spaceship with a handle
made out of wood and metal. Despite his near blindness, the
wizard had little difficulty navigating through such uncharted
waters: he seemed to have a moment-by-moment focus which generated
a power the little monk had difficulty resisting.
"What are we doing, Mr. Wizard, Sir?" asked the little
"We're simply waiting for the next thing to happen,"
replied the wizard.
"We are flying in a straight line, that is all that's necessary.
Very few people know how to fly in a straight line. I think
I'll open a school for learning how to fly in a straight line."
"Such a conceited person!" thought the little monk.
Indeed, dear readers, the art of flying, or walking in a straight
line really needs a lot of discipline. Letting go of everything
that weighs on one, every fear, every love, every hate, every
belief, every non-belief, could be quite a list! You see, to
deny a thing and to embrace it is often the same act. Perhaps
it is easier, dear readers to simply walk away, or to just smell
a flower. The business of life can be so confusing!