WAYS OF THE POPULAR HERMiT
The hermitage appeared in different colors and shapes and ages to people who chanced upon it during a walk, a gastric queeziness, a heart attack or a feeling of having found something long lost to the ancestral memory. Truth to tell, it was nothing special. had four walls outside and a few inside, some windows and doors, rooms and cubicles and niches which meant rather short unbroken corridors which always led to a door or a space.
There was always a sign at the entrance gate. This sign was not legible to most who frequented, in fact, who inhabited the hermitage. Simply, it said, "This is your Abode" in a language of sorts.
Many people just walked in without wondering and continued down a well-trodden corridor or two, to one or more well observed, always observed, never redecorated spaces. There was solace, there was peace, unquestioning acceptance and the never fully admitted feeling that everything was as it should be.
The times and the timing devices on the corridors and in the spaces displayed different figures and numbers and different types of birds chirped or sounded in a cacaphony unheard by ears. Time was time, and birds were birds and spaces were alway on solid foundations of known knowledge and dreamt dreams and wisely proclaimed words uttered by the acceptedly wise.
Life in this hermitage was a secret insult to self and selfish family and friends and colleagues and the rulers and the ruled, but seldom was recognized as such.
Ahmet Cafer Celebiler
December 2, 2022
