One of the challenges of being a sadoo is that, if the sadoo is a true sadoo, he doesn’t particularly believe his own words, states, and emotions. Rather, he believes them, but not as solid states; instead, he believes them as running water or wind. So the sadoo who knows himself as sadoo refrains from making grand or final statements about himself—he may be presently in a state of exuberance or hermitic withdrawal, polygamy or chastity, wealth or poverty, social favor or disgrace … but these are not his definition, his unalterable future. They are simply what he is now.
So the sadoo differs from the sadhu and the Christian by making no final choice as to his life and orientation other than to align himself with the wind and wander where he must. This is what confuses people about the sadoo; the people want to feel safe, they want life wrapped in pleasing understandable packages which quantities of people, regardless of their merit, affirm.
The people of course wander where they must also; the only real difference between the people and the sadoo is that he knows he is air—he and his words, thoughts, feelings, and circumstances—whereas the people hide the fact of their being air with words and things, which they attempt to affix to their souls with whatever tools of attachment are available to them. Thus their souls become heavy over time, weighed down with fear of life’s transience and fullness.
If the sadoo flits around, it is not because he runs away (what is there to run from?) but because he desires only to give himself over to the wind and go where it carries him.
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