Chapter 26: Each Moment a Resurrection
Almustafa created a fiction. Kahlil Gibran was never declared mad, was never forced to live in a madhouse, for the simple reason that he was only a fiction writer - at the most a composer of poems. He secured himself by hiding behind Almustafa. So I want you to remember, whatever words Almustafa says are the words of Kahlil Gibran.
And the priestess spoke again and said: Speak to us of Reason and Passion.
.of mind and of heart, of logic and of love.
For centuries man has thought of them as opposed to each other. He has been told by the vested interests that if you listen to both, you are going to be mad - they are contradictory; you will have to choose.
Those who choose reason have all the opportunities to be powerful in the world, but are empty inside. Those rare souls who choose passion, love, the heart, are aflame inside with beauty, blissfulness, fragrance, but on the outside they have no power.
The priestess is asking one of the fundamental questions:
Speak to us of Reason and Passion.
What is your approach to these two things? Both exist in man, and they appear - at least superficially - contradictory. A choice has to be made; otherwise man will be riding on two horses, and the ultimate result cannot but be a disaster.
She was not aware that Kahlil Gibran has a far deeper insight than the priests and the priestesses, the politicians and the people who have power - either of money or of prestige.
And he answered, saying:
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield.
.because you have never gone to the roots of your being.
Reason says one thing, the heart longs for something else, and whatever you choose you will suffer, you will remain miserable, because half of your being will remain starved, hungry. Slowly, slowly, the distance between the two will become so great, as if you have been cut in two parts by an electric saw.
These split people are fighting within themselves; they have become a battlefield. This is a strategy, a very cunning strategy. If a man is put in a situation where he is fighting with himself, he has neither energy nor time to revolt against slavery, against oppression, against exploitation. His inner fight has made him so weak that anybody can dominate him. It is a subtle way of psychological castration.