The Gentle Art of Disillusionment

Love is disillusionment, not in the sense of growing sick of others, but in growing withthem as they truly are. Like the beauty of winter, love can be expressed in these words: “Let every leaf fall. The tree remains.”

Paul Weinfield

There’s an old Iranian myth about how evil came into the world. In the beginning, the story goes, there was only Zurvan, god of Time. Zurvan lived in perfect harmony with himself, for there was nothing else to disturb him, but he felt lonely, so he decided he would create a child in order to fill eternity with growth, change, and variety. Just as he was about to create his child, though, he had the thought, “What if this is a bad idea?” No sooner had he thought this then Ahriman, the god of Evil — whose name means “bad thought” — sprang from Zurvan’s brain. Zurvan tried to fix his mistake by creating another son, this time out of his good thoughts, but the damage was done. The two children grew up together: Ahriman was mean and vindictive, whereas his brother was kind and gentle. When the brothers reached…

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