Being feels like a desert in the midst of the bustle of the world. One rather takes 1000 steps in the world than to set on foot into the desert. If you do it anyway, you enter the lost paradise …
Love for life makes the difference, to really love every little thing from the heart. Like being born new into this. That which one has always longed for is in the supposed desert, which one avoids at all costs …
But if one enters being to get something, one would only want to carry the market place into paradise. You can try it, but then you will see only a desert far and wide …
