Nin looked to those he should have called brothers, and he found among them no brotherhood. “I will not find what I seek here,” he said. “I will not have my wants fulfilled.”
And the rabbits in their pens said, “What is want? There is no ‘want’ here. This is paradise, all that we ask and more. You should join us.”
“There is no such thing as heaven,” replied Nin, “or paradise. This truth I know well.”
And Nin turned his back on the rabbits, and made to leave them, but one voice called out to him. “Wait,” it said, “I will go with you,” and a little white rabbit stepped forth. “I must go with you. You have taught me the word ‘want’ and it rings true within my heart.”
Nin scrunched his nose and sniffed the white rabbit. “And what is it that you want?” he asked.
“I do not know,” said the white rabbit, and he looked out over the golden pasture that stretched far off and away, far beyond the horizon, and he saw the gold of the barley mixing with the gold of the rising sun, and it seemed to him that the land and sky were one. “It is a thing I cannot put into words,” said the little white rabbit. “Perhaps I have not been taught the words, or been given the means to describe it. But still—” he trailed off.
“Or perhaps,” he continued, “it is a thing that words cannot describe.”
Nin bowed his head. “That is something you will have to discover for yourself.”