<p><SPAN name="link79" id="link79"></SPAN>Then a hermit, who visited the city once a
year, came forth and said, Speak to us of <b><i>Pleasure</i></b>.</p>
<p>And he answered, saying:</p>
<p>Pleasure is a freedom-song,</p>
<p>But it is not freedom.</p>
<p>It is the blossoming of your desires,</p>
<p>But it is not their fruit.</p>
<p>It is a depth calling unto a height,</p>
<p>But it is not the deep nor the high.</p>
<p>It is the caged taking wing,</p>
<p>But it is not space encompassed.</p>
<p>Ay, in very truth, pleasure is a freedom-song.</p>
<p>And I fain would have you sing it with fullness of heart; yet I would not have
you lose your hearts in the singing.</p>
<p>Some of your youth seek pleasure as if it were all, and they are judged and
rebuked. <SPAN name="link80" id="link80"></SPAN>I would not judge nor rebuke them. I
would have them seek.</p>
<p>For they shall find pleasure, but not her alone;</p>
<p>Seven are her sisters, and the least of them is more beautiful than pleasure.</p>
<p>Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found
a treasure?</p>
<p class="p2">
And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in
drunkenness.</p>
<p>But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement.</p>
<p>They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest
of a summer.</p>
<p>Yet if it comforts them to regret, let them be comforted.</p>
<p>And there are among you those who are neither young to seek nor old to
remember;</p>
<p>And in their fear of seeking and remembering <SPAN name="link81"></SPAN>they shun all
pleasures, lest they neglect the spirit or offend against it.</p>
<p>But even in their foregoing is their pleasure.</p>
<p>And thus they too find a treasure though they dig for roots with quivering
hands.</p>
<p>But tell me, who is he that can offend the spirit?</p>
<p>Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the night, or the firefly the
stars?</p>
<p>And shall your flame or your smoke burden the wind?</p>
<p>Think you the spirit is a still pool which you can trouble with a staff?</p>
<p class="p2">
Oftentimes in denying yourself pleasure you do but store the desire in the
recesses of your being.</p>
<p>Who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow?</p>
<p>Even your body knows its heritage and its rightful need and will not be
deceived.</p>
<p>And your body is the harp of your soul,</p>
<p>And it is yours to bring forth <SPAN name="link82" id="link82"></SPAN>sweet music
from it or confused sounds.</p>
<p class="p2">
And now you ask in your heart, “How shall we distinguish that which is
good in pleasure from that which is not good?”</p>
<p>Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure
of the bee to gather honey of the flower,</p>
<p>But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.</p>
<p>For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,</p>
<p>And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,</p>
<p>And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need
and an ecstasy.</p>
<p>People of Orphalese, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees.</p>
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