A good piece of work – writing, art, philosophy, poetry et al – is the precious life-blood of a Master Soul, embalmed and treasured up on a purpose to a life beyond life itself, as long as it helps others to awaken the Enlightenment hidden within them. I prefer to write short and succinct stuff with condensed wisdom for, that writer does the most who gives his reader the most knowledge and takes from him the least time, as C.C. Colton would profoundly say.
The elusive fact is that the real language Of Truth is unadorned always simple. This is why the most educated professors require thousands of pages and time to write a simple truth as “God exists”, while I prefer to do that in a simple paragraph if I so choose and if the inspiration descends on me. Many people are unable to engage in works that will benefit not only themselves, but also many others – now and in the distant future – because they are unable to lay aside all prejudices which ostensibly means to lay aside all principles since this can only be achieved through pure Enlightenment. Yet, he who is governed by mere principles is but governed by sheer whims and egoist desires.
There are many that have come before and have ceaselessly attempted to transmit the great light to others but over time their efforts diminish, as is the case with all phenomena. Nature, as is science and all phenomena, follows the fashion of the exponential curve where over time one’s efforts stops bearing fruits. This is the case with the messages of all great Masters whose knowledge of Enlightenment and wisdom they predicted would die with the death of the previous civilization (see Kali Yuga).
Thusly, it is with awareness to such wisdom that, in doing our writing and other dealings aimed at helping others to be more attuned to their innate selves, we feel like a man who is standing on a peaceful cliff looking down compassionately on a raging torrent, knowing that he must plunge into it and save a drowning child, yet aware of the possibility that both he and the child may be dashed to destruction and death before the rapids are cleared.
This is the nature of Perfect Enlightenment, that though a Buddha or a Zarathustra or a Jesus or a Lao Tzu or a Mohammed may know everything concerning Nirvana, it is not possible to deliver everyone (the drowning child) to the Perfect Self-Realization. However, the duty of such “chosen ones” is usually clear to themselves, and it cannot be said categorically that they cared for their personal Enlightenment and Immortality than they did for the life of that beautiful, innocent child.
Such great Sages made selfless effort to take that child over those terrible rapids, and even they were battered to pieces before they reached the calm waters below, the child turned out to be the same lovely little girl – Buddha Metteya – she always was … for in her resided the whole future of Complete, Perfect Enlightenment.