Nineteen

I always felt that there was a door leading to a library behind it, not an ordinary door, it is a door that opens to the absolute, and to the other life more astonishing, mysterious, and magical. It is a door that separates between two lives, between a trivial naive life, and a serious wise life. As if the door is the barzakh between these two lives, and therefore it is appropriate to shed your triviality before taking the first step through this gate, and wear the robes of monks residing in the presence of pure prayers.