Womit bin ich erleuchtet? Durch Wissen? Durch ein reines Herz? Durch den rechten Weg? Alles ist fraglich geworden, und jetzt bin ich nur Ahmed, nicht mehr Scheich, nicht mehr Nurudin.
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The hero wants to pass his time in prayers and the passive contemplation of divinity and the world but to live is to take sides, and taking sides is dangerous I do not yet know what will be written here. The hero wants to pass his time in prayers and the passive contemplation of divinity and the world but to live is to take sides, and taking sides is dangerous… I do not yet know what will be written here.
But in the strokes of these letters at least some of what was in me will remain, no longer to perish in eddies of mist as if it had never been, or as if I had never known what happened. In this way I will come to see how I became what I am — this self that is a mystery even to me. And yet it is a mystery to me that I have not always been what I am now. I know these lines are muddled; my hand trembles at the task of disentanglement that I face, at the trial I now commence. Here I am everything: judge, witness, and accused.
Nothing depends on you. There are plenty levels of morality for everyone… Moral is layered like onion skin… They dreamed of rulers who were good, but who was that? As far as he was concerned, he dreamed of bribable ones, he liked them the most because there was a way to them.
Worst are the honest ones, who need nothing, who have no human weaknesses, and know only about some higher law, which is almost incomprehensible to ordinary men. No one can do more evil than they can. They create enough hatred to last for a hundred years. But he who walks the path of moral compromises inevitably turns into an instrument of evil.
Der Derwisch und der Tod