The Ladder of Divine Ascent 3.8
Eve was exiled from Paradise against her will, but the monk is a willing exile from his home. She would have liked the tree of disobedience again; and he would certainly expose himself to frequent danger from relatives according to the flesh.
Everything is relative, even when it is not
Apples to apples; oranges put the squeeze on, too.
It's not important why you are an exile,
It's just imperative that you never go back home.
Any hovel is Paradise when the stars are your roof,
And every stranger is your brother when you are lonely.
It's better to be naked and ashamed than exposed
To the temptations of cuisine, comfort and companions.
Stolen fruit may rumble the belly for a while
But it tastes like nostalgia, like your mother's apple pie.
No one makes you childish as the one who made you a man;
Leave your mother and cleave to your wifelessness.
Forbidden fruit is superior to all the other fruits, let's face it;
If you've got to die, that's the way to go - but you don't have to.
Even when willing, be against your will, so that you will not
Return to your own will; where there is a will, there is no way.