They saw a Samaritan carrying a lamb on his way to Judea.
He said to his disciples, "That man is round about the lamb."
They said to him, "So that he may kill it and eat it."
He said to them, "While it is alive, he will not eat it, but only when he has killed it and it has become a corpse."
They said to him, "He cannot do otherwise."
He said to them, "You too, look for a place for yourselves within repose, lest you become a corpse and be eaten.
- Logion 60, The Gospel of Thomas
I've been thinking recently, about the notion of an 'interior castle' as a kind of fortification for the spirit, and this post by Fr. Jordan Stratford brought those thoughts to the forefront of my mind.
We live in a world where we are surrounded by information, by the need to keep doing, to keep moving, to fill our days with activity after activity, to keep "busy" no matter what. For what? For money? Wealth? Power? Distraction? Fear of being alone? Fear of silence?
What happens when we neglect the so-called "interior castle" of the spirit, when the flames no longer flicker in the lamps and the musty odour of dust has replaced the rich aroma of frankincense? What happens when we both dwell in the world and become of the world?
It carries us off, bound like a lamb for slaughter. Money, wealth, power, being "busy," what do they bring? Temporary benefits, temporary comfort? And when you're alone what then?
Don't fear that place of repose within yourself... nourish it.