Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek and find all barriers within yourself that you have built against it. ~Rumi
The brilliance of Rumi, the ancient sage poet, has managed to understand a truth, one of countless truths, and fly it into the universe in poetry. These truths transcend time no matter the lingua franca into which it is translated. This is magic of the rarest form. This is immortality.
Countless men and women put pen to paper, to papyrus, to bits and bytes hoping to be immortalized. Few get published. Fewer become widely read. It is the rare bird whose words are woven through the centuries. Past souls communing with future souls waiting to commune with souls yet to be conceived. This is immortality.
Words connecting every soul they touch, globally, a mesh with a root starting in the mind of an ancient Sufi. This is the pinnacle of the human condition. Those who don’t read are sadly left out of the game. They don’t get to touch immortality.