MY BROTHER:

You have been so personal, my brother. You have insulated yourself behind a wall of silence, and cannot be reached. The karmic opportunity was offered you, but you recognized it not. My definition of the type of glamor from which you suffer with facility drove you behind this wall in hurt pride and resentment [301] that your brothers should know your weaknesses. My brother, this should not be. It is all a part of the environing illusion. What matters it if each knows the weaknesses of his brother on the Path, and if all are aware of an individual's frailty? Are you yet so imperfect and are you yet so unloving that knowledge need evoke criticism and resentment, instead of love and understanding? This you could not face and hence your retreat. Thus, you work out your problems in solitude away from your esoteric group which you will again find at a later date, though probably - not inevitably - in another life. Who can set a pace to a soul's destiny?