But they don’t understand that your soul is actually light, and brilliant, and that’s what really scares them: you’re not bound to the same mundane hopes and worries that govern everyone else. All our desires and anxieties have been reduced to the quest for stillness, for bliss, for peace. For the lady. We’ve sacrificed everything for it, like monks. Or saints, more like it – just passing through, no longer of this world.
