Abandoning punishment for all living beings,
not hurting even a single one of them,
one should not wish for a son, not to mention a companion!
one should live alone, like the horn of a rhinoceros.
After refusing to strike-out against another sentient being, thus harming-none, why would you want to inflict injury upon yourself by desiring the worldly path with its plethora of suffering? Desiring children or an intimate companion appears comforting on the surface, but upon taking the plunge the karmic-cycle kicks in with its wide-array of ignominious associations since time immemorial. You are not just in a relationship with one, but a whole host of familiar others trapped together like a litter of yipping puppies! Scratching and clawing at each other with only brief respites of fleeting joy. At the same time the charnel-house awaits each one as the heavy burden of incessant mourning never ceases, weighed down with illness and crushing anxieties that know no end. A most suffocating existence.
The one who has abandoned all apparent earthly comforts seeks solace in a blessed bath of sweet solitude. The inner-life is now afforded an opportunity to live fresh and free far removed from all outside circumstances and their consequences. One’s sole mission is to now break forever with their karmic-history and expend all energies in the singular spiritual embrace with the Unborn. Time to get off the spinning wheel of samsara and rest in the assurance of no more births to come. Thomas Merton wrote, “The spiritual anguish of man has no cure but mysticism. Here is the only Reality-therapy that will endure, the truth that liberates.” This is the ecstasy of Aloneness vs. feeling lonely. Aloneness means that all separation has ended as one learns to look at the Real and no-thing else. Feeling lonely is a cry of desperation of always depending upon “some other” for comfort and satisfaction. I call it the cry of the loonies, never apart from their gut-wrenching clinginess and incessant neediness and the rabid combustion of emotions. What this gets them in the end is just more misery to come. Heap upon heap of miseries, like being engulfed in cow-manure. Yes, the Aloneness of Solitude releases one from all temporal tyrannies.