⁠The disciple stood before his master, the roaring longing within his chest nearly shattering his serenity. He asked:

> The disciple stood before his master, the roaring longing within his chest nearly shattering his serenity. He asked:
> “O Master, how may the burning embers of the soul be cooled when they ignite?”
> The master lowered his gaze for a moment, then looked up with a knowing smile and said:
> “Through detachment, my son... Divest yourself; for whoever lets go of something truly possesses it, and whoever attains self-sufficiency reaches the ultimate tranquility of the soul.”
> The disciple bowed his head with the bewildered longing of a wayfarer and asked:
> “And how are we to deal with people and their nature?”
> Placing a hand upon the disciple's shoulder, the master replied:
> “They are of two kinds: he who desires to abandon you will carve an escape through the keyhole of a door; but he whose affection for you is sincere will bore through the rocks of despair until he finds a way to reach you.”
> The disciple fell silent for a moment, then sighed and asked:
> “Then how do I gather the scattered pieces of myself after all this dispersion?”
> With a stillness that filled the space, the master answered:
> “Through contentment, my child... For he who makes peace with his soul and seeks aid from his Lord finds rest from the burden of overthinking and the mirage of doubts.”