Monastic life is called the art of arts and the science of sciences; for it does not bring perishable blessings akin to the things of this world, which drive the mind from what is best and engulf it; but monk hood promises us wonderful and unspeakable treasures which the ‘ Eye that not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man’ (1 Cor. ii. 9). Hence, ‘ we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world’ (Ephes. vi. 12). If therefore present existence is but darkness, let us flee from it, let us flee by returning our mind and our heart. Let us have nothing in common with the enemy of God, for ‘whosoever will be a friend of the world is the enemy of God’ ( James iv. 4). And who can help the enemy of God ? Therefore let us imitate our fathers and, like them, let us seek the treasure existing within our hearts and, having found it, let us hold fast to it in doing and guarding – for which task we were destined from the beginning.