I will write you sometime which I think could be a good idea to take into consideration hence forth:
A thing either has an eternal value, an absolute value, or no value at all.
At best what we see as Abba sings about: ‘money money money, always funny in the rich man’s world’ is an epiphenomena of such an eternal value, such an manifestation of an personality of eternity.
‘Eternity is in love with the productions of time’
Master Rumi himself described it as following:
‘the sun shines on a wall, and the wall thinks that it is shiny, but the sun goes down, and the wall goes dark’
He tried to point it out, to such an extent, that he clearly stated that his whole work of genius, the Mathnawi, sprang from such a ‘master of the golden chain’, Shams-Al-Tabriz.
Rumi’s pupils became envious on their friendship, and tried to assassinate ‘that dirty not arrogant-like-we creature whom we see our own ugly reflection in when we speak to him’, which led to that Shams disappeared, probably out of self preservation.
Rumi became Thunderstruck, and went from town to town over the whole of Turkey, to try to find him, but did not; but his friend came back to him in his visions, and showed him that great poetry which the whole world now in in praise of.
‘People say lies and lies and lies and lies, but, I say: why do not the obvious child?, why do not the obvious child?” Paul Simon sings.
In our hearts roses spring, and even the thorns again feel actually pleasant against the slightly blooded fingers