In Prophet's Words---a Poem
In those far away Himalayan woods
not knowing each other and in distant caves
lived two ascetic, meditating dudes
wise by beards, by way they behaved.
After many years of solitary peace
one day, by chance, they ran into each other,
so they sat in shade of some very old trees
and both were like finding a long lost brother.
"What made you give up every social touch?"-
wanted to know one with the shorter hair.
"Well, I left because I loved people so much".-
answered the other with a blind man's stare,
then rushed to explain after a long sigh:
"While I was with them, they always made me pissed,
and I couldn't love them, no matter how I tried,
so, to be loved, they just had to be missed."
The other kept nodding, with a tear in his eye,
and then said it like with voice from grave:
"I had a hard time to tell them 'Good-bye',
and even harder to get used to the damn cave."-
"So, why did you leave, if it's not painful to say?"
"Well, a dude from other village---much in the likeness of you
left to the mountains to become holy and wise,
so father kicked me out with only one clue,
not to come back before the other one does."
Now, the other dude, holy and wise as could be
spoke like a prophet with a divine call:
"Let us go back you and I, to be happy and free,
I miss hating them more than I miss loving them at all."
And so they did.
The moral of the story: Humans don't live in separation, because then they would have to love and miss one another---which comes as somewhat unnatural on this planet. ---Namaste