'Lawless Are They That Make Wills Their Law' - Commentary

Will is a fleeting guest – a hunger, a fear, a momentary conviction. To make it absolute law is to chase shadows, to command the tide. The universe follows deeper currents, rhythms unseen by the eye fixed only on its own reflection.

This self-made law breeds chaos, not order. It sets the self apart, a lonely monarch in an imagined kingdom, forever battling the vast, indifferent reality beyond its walls. True lawlessness is this separation, this insistence on a private truth against the shared dance of existence.

To make one's will the law is to stand against the stream, to shout orders at the wind. It is the small self, mistaking its fleeting wants for the measure of all things. This mind builds walls, calls them horizons, and declares itself ruler of a self-made prison.

Such rule is inherently chaotic, for will shifts like sand. It clashes with other wills, each claiming sovereignty. It ignores the deep rhythm of existence, the interconnectedness that truly governs. Lawlessness is not the absence of external rules, but the deafness to the inner, natural order.

True freedom lies not in imposing desire, but in understanding the nature of the stream, the wind, the self. It is found in letting the fist unclench, allowing the will to be seen as just another cloud passing in the vast, clear sky. Only then does harmony arise, unbidden, lawful in its quiet truth.

The mind traces a line: "Here, my will is law." Within this boundary, desire reigns, demanding the world conform. It builds a fortress of preference, mistaking its walls for the horizon. This fortress, however solid it seems, stands on shifting ground.

Observe the will arise. See it as a cloud, not the sky. Let the fortress walls dissolve. Step out into the open field where the true law resides – not in command, but in connection; not in assertion, but in quiet awareness of the way things are. Harmony is found not by imposing, but by belonging.

- The stream flows, carving the stone not by force of will, but by persistence, by simply being water. The wind moves through the pines, following patterns vaster than desire. These have their nature, their law, unspoken yet absolute.