It was too much. Now the father was trembling. He forgot all about the Holy Bible and God and confession, and made love to the woman. And he asked, “Did that rascal do this, too?”
The woman said, “Yes father, and he did something more.”
He said, “Something more? It is inconceivable. What ‘something more’?”
The woman said, “Father, he gave me gonorrhea.”
But this is how your priests, all your confessions, go on. Now the father regrets it – but it is too late.
And thus they too find a treasure though they dig for roots with quivering hands.
But tell me, who is he that can offend the spirit?
This is a very significant question he is raising. Kahlil Gibran is saying: But tell me, who is he that can offend the spirit?
These small things that you are regretting cannot offend the source of life, because in fact it is the source of life itself that is expressing itself through you. You are not responsible. By regretting you are unnecessarily making yourself important, as if it is your doing. It is not your doing. All that you have done, if it has been done by your natural longings, then if anybody is responsible it is the very source of life. You need not confess. Confession is nothing but a new decoration for the ego: “I have done it, and now I am doing another thing, I am regretting it.”
Kahlil Gibran says there is no way to offend the spirit. You can live naturally, joyously, or you can live in misery; but you offend only yourself, you wound only yourself. You cannot offend the spirit, the universal source of life. You are too small. A dewdrop cannot offend the ocean, whatever the dewdrop does.
It is something to be remembered always that you cannot offend existence; hence there is no need for any regret, no need to feel guilty. It is the universal spirit itself, expressing itself in different forms. Don’t take the responsibility on your shoulders – that is an egoist standpoint. That’s why, if you see your saints, you will find all of them full of ego.
Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the night…
When the nightingale sings in the night is the silence of the night offended? – no, not at all. On the contrary, the nightingale’s song makes the silence of the night deeper. Before the song, after the song, you can feel the depth. The nightingale’s song has not been a disturbance but an offering; it has made the silence a fullness, not just empty.
…or the firefly, the stars?