He had always been an active person, but was now sitting down resting in the backroom of his bookstore. The store wasn’t very large, but enough to hold those books he personally felt should lead to wisdom.

 He had worked hard, but had felt resistance. In the beginning he had taken all the jobs he could get, windows cleaner, cleaner or lumper, thoe he wasn’t a man of great physical strength.

 He had lived spartanous all these years of saving, and had only used money for what he most needed: clothes, food and an old shack of a room. He didn’t really need anything better. It didn’t feel like avarice, more like common sense.

 He had no visitors except those whose visit had to do with business. His turnover was rather poor, he just managed to keep the business going. The low yield didn’t bother him thoe, he endured it stoically, and lived as he had always done in the tumbledown room he called “home”. Nothing wrong with that , it fulfilled his demands: somewhere to sleep, eat and write.

 His parents had never understood him. They ment he was staking on wrong literature, and found it incomprehensible that he had no interest in earning more money, buy a car instead of walking the four miles to work, well, at least to get a better place to live. But such things didn’t mean anything to him, and he didn’t bother to discuss it. His primary goal was clear: knowledge for spiritual development.

 His relationship with his parents was not the least hostile because of this, just indifferent. They had brought him into the world; that was sure, but now they couldn’t influence him anymore. He followed his own view of life.

 Friend was a chapter of it’s own. He had never had any, except during childhood, thoe it had never gone beyond that.

 Lonely? No, he wasn’t lonely. His interest was far too consuming, besides he didn’t feel drawn towards any other humans. Humans… those he had seen the worst of, “Distrusted and special” as he was. He had even felt hate, thoe he didn’t feel that he deserved such attention. It didn’t astonish him thoe, he had just never thought it over. There was no contact between him and “them”.

 He didn’t stand out especially, he was average of build and dark blond. Pale skin he had too, but that had to do with his work. The only thing people noticed was these piercing eyes; like they knew.

 These eyes had seen a lot, comprehensible and uncomprehensible:”mans need for submission and lack of singleness of purpose. Life starts at birth, ends with death, and in between the great nothing. This emptiness is strengthened by the eternal, true and godly state, so that mans blind loyalty to freedomrestricting controlmecanisms comes forth in its full paradox when man screams for freedom.”

 He noticed that he sat thinking when the doorbell rang, and one of his specially interested customers came in. “Well, well” was his last thought before going out to serve the customer, “In the beginning the state was, has always been, and will continue to be for eternity.”

Amen!

The Norwegian text HERE.

 

 

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