YOUR friend does not see the world as you do; he is as a man talking in his sleep. Perhaps this is why he does not believe that he ever sleeps, because he is caught in a bevy of preponderances.
Such a soul has shining accompaniments - he is shrouded by attendances of being and worldly relation. There is also a friend who left by way of an accident (male) who has been beside him as his 'light' blazes ever brighter.
It is true that his body is now wasted and so corrupted with a mean and vile disfigurement which mocks this tired man. The diseases did venture in before his emotional collapse. An abundance of sentimentality poured into his daily consciousness and ever pressed him into passages of the past: comforting reminiscences rather than those morbid terrors which were there affronting any gateway-perspective into the present.
Three demons stood before his eye of consciousness, separating him from rail and barrier, unnerving and disarming, alarming him to fumble and lose footing. These three demons were: Resentment, Death and Irony.
There is a mystery, a further mystery as to why some unfortunates are given to excess with the debilitating aggravations borne by Man. Whilst we can say we are relatively free from overloads of the abovementioned maladies, we may be thankful to be saved from the accompanying agony each one issues.
So if it is said that a man was given to resentment, and it is implied that he overly does exercise this corruption, then we are to understand that he suffers from the outset and that vanity would prevail to save him, were that it could. However resentment itself does come from an individual who has placed his ego-credibility for a time in those things most disassociated with self. Rather than achieving an accurate self-image and working to improve upon that, the man invests himself in those things - objects, work, even other people - and binds himself with what he can best associate with.
As an attempt for self-improvement such an endeavor is never satisfied, partially because the process is exteriorly contrived and partially because the cunning within the man ever seeks out presumed-to-be 'better' associations. The resentment follows at that point whereupon the man has 'emptied himself out' into those investments, and the remaining feeling within intuitively corresponds - the experience is emptiness. The ego has been dissipated far and wide, given up by the very will and want of this man himself.
Resentment tells us that if things had been quite different then things should have gone 'our' way, and we become ill-satisfied, perturbed and markedly unbalanced, because we seek to combine with the grand and glorious, believing it to be that simple - to become as. This is why there are so many believed affinities with folk of notoriety. Of course it is possible that a worldly soul shares signature keys with large numbers of identifying individuals; however often it is more the case, that as with a catalog, the man or woman chooses quite loosely, the figure which they best should like to become. Were that they sought Christ, in like fashion! (n.b. The name: 'The Imitation of ...')
But rather there are considerations of beauty and power and desirables which seduce the optimism so, that the underdeveloped ego does eventually frustrate itself entirely. Unless there is a worldly or spiritually binding intimacy shared with the famed object or person there is complete frustration, and the man does turn upon himself with resentment. Outwardly he may make blame on particulars, however it is the disassociative process from self which surrenders to the congestion of resentment.
Death enters in when the ego has become derelict, he stands opportunistic, delighted by a chaos in identity. Death is ever with us, this is true, but usually does behave himself, submissive to the power as brought by the Divine Will made manifest in Man.
Irony, being the last of the three so named, is very pitiable and twisted, for it contains its own undoing. Irony is one of those properties that invoke more of themselves and hold specific natural laws only unto their own. What is meant by this is, Irony is Humor which as been perverted, no longer of the realm which is Humor. Divine Humor manifest, is the quickening of realization, flashing through to the soul and expired rapidly also. It is a comprehension which enlivens, because it is entirely sympathetic and knowing by very nature.
Good humor therefore, is an expression of a likeness to God, a nearness to God, inasmuch as there is also a greater relationship between he who is enlightened with the moment and that to which he is sympathetically interacting with, in deep and high communication. Generally speaking it comes and it goes, and the awareness sparks to a maturity of knowing, and then as the humor subsides and the man settles, the experience is difficult to achieve again to such a degree with same knowing. For it is incorporated and having been realized, is usually not repeated. The second time around is less severe but more lasting, and so forth.
Now it becomes difficult indeed when humor has been inverted and touched - contaminated - with such upset; as say for example, resentment. Scorning, mocking, jesting, condemning, humor of cynicism, sour humor and particularly irony - all of these project Man in a way in which he is divorced from true and real sympathy or empathy, and seek rather to elevate the partial humorist in the exchange. It assumes superiority over that which it focuses upon and releases in a laugh, and the act of irony is not elevating to the man or his comprehension as with the laughter of true humor. Moreover it is corruptive to the man and an untrue perception.
Eventually this man shall return to himself, for upon withdrawing out from this world he will be given occasion to re-ensemble and regain his 'I' in identity. Peculiar to this, his soul itself has chosen the 'wind-up' - simply, as the seasons perpetuate, it is natural to the soul, even after an early Winter. The influx of overwhelming impulses have been, in this case in question, dependent largely upon critical weaknesses as laid down at birth. The tendency towards polio worked its way through to the thinking processes and this man suffered refraction and paralysis throughout many centers of his physical/causal constitution.
Reasons affront reasons and each man brings complicated histories into providence. What one may add further however, is that the man before you is an enigma, and just as it may be difficult with eyes of the world to see a lesser god, it is equally difficult to meet the real man who still bears his divinity intact. Fortunately, the souls of men are not so fragile or destructible.
There are men who present well and are coherent, nay, eloquent, and are so morally damaged with but a thin filter between them and savage evil. . . and then there are those unfortunate individuals, unkempt and vague, given to distemper, but wanting also, having lost momentarily, keys, code and cipher.
His dignity shall be reclaimed, his deficits accounted for, and no soul is alone or without, particularly during this transition.
More Radiant than the Sun- by an Eastern Sage - More radiant than the Sun,Purer than the snow,Finer than the etherIs the SelfThe spirit in my heart. This Self am I, I am this Self. - an Eastern Sag...