XVII gate: Vulgarity

By coming in front of this XVII gate I feel something is strange with me.

My body is changed: I'm a pig.

This is not surprising nor is scaring me.
I recognize that I was never a crow, raven or another of those flying dark stuff.
The grunter is much more adapt to me.
I enjoy to bee a pig!
Finally I can stop to be concerned to all this stuff : Inconstancy, hurriedness, Angry, Fear, Despair, Pain, Doubt, Distress, Escape, ..., Materiality, Fragmentation,emptying, Perversion , Vanity, judgment...
this all cannot touch a pig.
A pig lives for good food, strong drinks and lot of sex.
And after the banquet he can relax.
Don't need to clean dishes...
It that not the ideal life?

Now I see the truth.
I remember many many years ago a former brother told me about this.
“Complete freedom is to have my own space... a room. In that room I will shit in the middle and then put out the cigarette on the shit”.
As a pig
I see a mountain of food on the side of the gate and I plunge myself on it.
Burping and launching gas bombs around .
Oh the joy of eat in this wonderful week of fat gluttony.
To complete my satisfaction I shit in the middle of my new kingdom.
No limits!!!

Ah, what a shame that I have stopped to smoke.
But who care?
For the first time in this jerky tunnel I fell completely relaxed and satisfied.
So I start to sleep.

The pig sleep.
And I see him.
A poor fat animal that sleep on his own sleep
This is not disgust or compassion what I feel.
Simply I recognize that I don't want to be a sleeping pig.

Moving myself in silence in order not to awaken the sleeping animal I exceed the portal.