’Fanatic,’ do they teach you it comes from the Latin for ‘temple?’ It is meaning, literally, ‘worshipper at the temple…’ Our attachments are our temple, what we worship, no? What we give ourselves to, what we invest with faith… Are we not all of us fanatics? Attachments are of great seriousness. Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care… You are what you love. No? You are, completely and only, what you would die for without, as you say, the thinking twice… This, is it not the choice of the most supreme importance? Who teaches you how to choose your temple? What to love enough not to think two times?… For this choice determines all else. No? All other of our you say free choices follow from this: what is our temple.”
”But you assume it’s always choice, conscious, decision… You sit down with your little accountant’s ledger and soberly decide what to love? Always?… What if sometimes there is no choice about what to love? What if the temple comes to Mohammed? What if you just love? Without deciding? You just do… and cannot choose but to love?