"How often does our obstinate suspicion over goodness in another's heart rob us of a chance to be good ourselves ! How often does our refusal not to see a saint in another stall our own walk towards saintliness !. How shall I ever become a saint if all I see in others is evil, intrigue and conspiracies ! When shall I get over this demon that whispers dark rumours of universal designs against me ! When will I begin to see that I was not the only one chosen to be good at heart in an otherwise completely wicked world ! How utterly idiotic that I keep refusing to see myself as just a random specimen of all that this world is made of - and what I think this world is what I symbolise ! Am I the really the only one striving to overcome evil in me and to be always good to others ? And in fact, am I even among those who constantly cleanse themselves of this evil?"
He was familiar with this voice within him.But he did not want to trust this voice. And other questions resumed.
" How can I be sure that its good to be good in this wicked world?
The jungle heard the question and smiled and then replied, breaking into a gentle early-winter morning breeze:
" Only through love. The moment your heart begins to overflow with love, you will feel trust returning to it. And with trust, innocence. Only the innocent can trust. Only the innocent are wise."
His cheeks kissed by a gentle breeze, he closed his eyes and began to listen, "But you won't understand this if suspicion and fear of being cheated still rule your heart. This fear is not fear at all. It is your own selfishness masked as fear. You need this fear to justify why you act selfish. 'The world's wickedness is your only justification for your own, and the excuse for not being innocent. You need this fear and you will never let it go. How else will you justify your own selfishness?"
The breeze got a little stiffer, and the jungle spoke on.
" Stop playing games with yourself. Stop cheating yourself. The moment you do that, innocence will return. With innocence, trust. With trust, peace and bliss. Did you ever see a suspicious man happy?".
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