SEVEN gODS ONE MAN - SASANI

alas, he faltered! Every thing has given him a concern, that he might
have to gain one material and another, to fill his unending depth of
desires.
He has mansions, cars, jobs and investments, friends and families
all wrapped around him, all to futile advantage, but not all bad to
surround his carnal space!
The only fort where man finds safety is the place of mediocrities, in
the sub-state of his mind haven. In the seat of cushioned
complacency, he sits aplomb in it. I forget at all times that I am
human, I think of a flesh, a weak and humble thing that reeks with a
lowly acridness. I think of how my members are separate; the ruin
from it is that I fail as a man that I profess. I see things, I call things
apart. The caprice with which I desire every ridiculous thing is an
utter failure to human. As long as I profess it, I continue to fail. I
gather things with my mind in labour, so vehemently, that things
come to me; and easily, they go away from me. I know that this is by
no means human in nature.