One of the challenges of being sadoo is that, if sadoo is true sadoo, she doesn’t particularly believe his own words, states, and emotions. Rather, they believe them, but not as solid states; instead, he believes them as running water or wind. So sadoo who knows herself as sadoo refrains from making grand or final statements about himself - she may be presently in a state of exuberance or hermitic withdrawal, polygamy or chastity, wealth or poverty, social favour or disgrace … but these are not her definition, their unalterable future. They are simply what she is now.
So sadoo differs from the sadhu and the Christian by making no final choice as to her life and orientation other than to align himself with the wind and wander where they must. This is what confuses people about sadoo - the people want to feel safe, they want life wrapped in pleasing understandable packages which quantities of people, regardless of their merit, affirm.
The people of course wander where they must also - the only real difference between the people and sadoo is that he knows she is air - they and his words, thoughts, feelings, and circumstances - whereas the people hide the fact of their being air with words and things, which they attempt to affix to their souls with whatever tools of attachment are available to them. Thus their souls become heavy over time, weighed down with fear of life’s transience and fullness.
If sadoo flits around, it is not because she runs away (what is there to run from?) but because he desires only to give themself over to the wind and go where it carries her.
