Human connection. Relationships. Suffering and saintliness. What happens without connection, when we suffer in the world invented by our minds, the strange world made increasingly strange by its isolation, becoming more and more foreign ⏤ less and less natural to ⏤ the common world.
What happens? A peculiar, idiosyncratic world develops. It festers or it glows, depending on the nature of the world that develops and from which worldly morality it is judged from. Then eventually it comes back into contact with the common world. Like a youth that left their home town young; saw other worlds and then returned to their home world as ⏤ has the youth become a saint or a monster? This familiar thing that seems possessed by the most foreign elements belonging to a strange morality that those from home struggle to understand; the signs of outward appearance suggest nothing known in their totality, but picking away at the elements, trying to recognize some meaning in the appearance of this figure, they glimpse at moments ⏤ and only for moments, so fleeting ⏤ the recognition of something that means something in their world. In a moment they sense familiarity, but it all comes apart to the unfathomable before a thought can form.
That’s enough to generate the first doubt, the initial uneasiness at the unknown, or if not then it at least leaves a gape, a moral uncertainty, it feels like the moment before a chance answer is given, knowing neither whether good nor harm will come from the revelation, and that gape is the least condition needed for doubt and distrust to form.
So that the youth returned home after a life’s journey is something like the one who returns to the world after occupying the one in their mind in isolation for so long. They’ve come into contact again. The one is no longer of their world, having developed a new morality in this other world. But unlike the morality acquired by the youth that had left and seen many worlds in common reality, this morality developed not through the influence of other peoples but developed rather according to a mind that wandered on its own. It did not come to touch humanity closer through the various aspects revealed by the peculiarities of other worlds. It rather formed itself, like a vine without a lattice, like a spine given to the contortion of a baby body never given a human touch, figuring out its own posture, writhing.