The Simple Life

From a book I’ve just read. The author spent a lot of time in the main square in Marrakesh, listening to the beggars’ repetitive chanting:

“Back from Morocco, I once sat down with eyes closed and legs crossed in a corner of my room and tried to say “Allah! Allah! Allah!” over and over again for half an hour at the right speed and volume. I tried to imagine myself going on saying it for a whole day and a large part of the night; taking a short sleep and then beginning again; doing the same thing for days and weeks, months and years; growing old and older and living like that, and clinging tenaciously to that life; flying into a fury if something disturbed me in that life; wanting nothing else, sticking to it utterly.

I understood the seduction there is in a life that reduces everything to the simplest kind of repetition.”