I draw circles and sacred boundaries about me; fewer and fewer climb with me up higher and higher mountains.—I am building a mountain chain out of ever-holier mountains.
"It is true that the Red Dust has it's joys," the two immortals answered with an indulgent smile, "but they are evanescent and illusory. Moreover, there every happiness is spoiled by a certain lack, and all good things are poisoned by by the envy and covetousness of other men. So that in the end you will find the pleasure outweighed by sorrow and sadness. We do not advise such a venture."
But the fire of earthly desires, once kindled, could not be easily extinguished.