Isn’t the elevation of the downtrodden and the appreciation of the beauty of the universe and the continued quenching of our curiosities enough purpose for living? Do we even need any other reason for living than enjoying the joy of those we love?
What do we call someone who takes something from us against
our wish? A bully or a thief. That is what Amazon is. They do not allow us to
retain the privacy of our thoughts regarding books. All comments, all
highlights, how long you take to read, what time you read, everything goes back
to Amazon and we have no option to stop it other than by not syncing kindle. And
you can’t read a new book you have downloaded without syncing. Here on, I am
only going to paste PDFs to my kindle voyage through my computer. No more
buying on Amazon. We badly need a law on data rights, one strongly in favour of
Imagine this beautiful scene. You are looking out of a window at a snow topped mountain. The red rays of the setting sun paint the snowy top of the mountain. You want to stay in that moment forever.
Imagine how, for so many years past, before you were even born this must have been and for how many many years after you die it will continue to be. You care so much about it, yet it cares not one whit about you, nor will it ever.
If this is not unrequited love, what is? And yet you care not.
But yet in many ways, love given by humanity to nature is not unrequited. For nature returns in full measure and more the love that humanity gives it.
Adapted from a portion of an essay by Schroedinger.
Story goes that Cingeto and his brother challenged each
other for the suzerainty over the Gauls. The contest was that each had to brand
the other on the back with hot metal rods. This had to be done in turns. The
first one to stop would be the loser. How much longer do we go on like this? Cygnet won and became Vercingetorix. Autocorrect changed Cingeto to Cygnet. I thought I'd leave it that way.
“The ultimate goal of our religion is emancipation from the
bondage of material nature and freedom from individual rebirth, and certain
souls, among the highest we have known, have been drawn by the attraction of
the final hush and purity to dissociate themselves from life and bodily action
in order more swiftly and easily to reach the goal….
It is for this reason that Sri Krishna laid so
much stress on the perfect Yogin’s cleaving to life and human activity even
after his need of them were over, lest the people, following as they do the
example of their best, turn away from their Dharma and bastard confusion reign.
The ideal Yogin is no withdrawn and pent-up force, but ever engaged in doing
good to all creatures,”
One of my friends who has studied much Buddhism told me that
he sees the difference between Theravada and Mahayana Buddhism being that
Theravada Buddhism considers achievement of Buddha state to the be the ultimate
goal whereas Mahayana Buddhism considers helping all beings on the path to
Buddha state to be the highest calling.
You read that right. It is Adi cha Antam cha, not Atman cha. The title in sanskrit means The Beginning and the End. Well, it came up because I was wondering where I begin and where I end. Fascinating what is happening except for the pestilential temporal interstitions that cause a lot of unhappiness that is unbearable. Makes me wonder who gains.
I admire people who have no need of a God. They must be
truly great to not need one. There was a time when I did not believe in God. It
was out of ignorance, not arrogance.
There are at least two reasons I need God. One, so that I
have a role model. That’s right. It is not that I have transcended present and
past role models in corporeal form. The question is this, metaphorically speaking,
how many people past or present can meditate with a snake hissing in their
ears? How many people can hold still a thought as easily as holding a deer all
trussed up? Thoughts are after all like so many frightened deer darting hither
The second reason is that I need a support in time of
spiritual crises. I have not transcended this need. I glad that I am now at
least aware of this need. However I have some arrogance in me that
baulks at the thought of taking such support. Fortunately, the saner part of my
psyche knows very well that I have a long way to go before I can do away with
the God crutch and be independent.
Do not mistake me, as far as God is concerned, there not an
ounce of irreverence. Only utter humility. But there are many other ways in which my
arrogance is reflected in this piece. For those who see them, please forgive me.
For the arrogance has arisen out of fear. Here go back to the first reason I need God, to be able to meditate with a snake hissing in my ear.
Perhaps ever since Man was born, his progress owes much to his desire to know, in the words of Alexander the Great, "What is beyond the next hill."
Our psyche, which is primarily responsible for all historical changes wrought by the hand of man on the face of this planet, remains an insoluble puzzle and an incomprehensible wonder, an object of abiding perplexity - a feature it shares with all Nature's secrets. - C. G. Jung
Some of the secrets of Nature have begun unravelling, only to reveal many more. Do we know how far we need to keep tunneling to get to the other end, if at all there is an other end. With regard to the psyche (forgive me if I use the term rather loosely), let us say we get to read thoughts of other beings. To make a continent of Man, to make the waters recede, is perhaps the next great step in our evolution. I hope there becomes one day, one Pangea, not separate continents. How beautiful that would be.
The question then comes full circle, how do we know the other minds truly exist and are not figments of our imagination. How do we know we are not just simulations, as some popular theories go? Do we know the purpose of our existence? What happens when we discover our purpose? Who or what guides my fingers as they type? So many fascinating questions. I could keep ruminating on them while I stare at nothing. There might not be much purpose to my ruminations other than a certain pleasure they give me. I have also observed in the past that ruminations have led to interesting insights.
god is a terrible fellow when it comes to meting out judgements and punishments for errors deliberate, deliberately induced and uncommitted, just perceived. I wonder who punishes this god for his Mistakes. Considering places like Pakistan, Sudan and North Korea, he is a pretty incompetent fellow. I wonder what the motivations are for his actions.
I once read a true story. A small boy came running to a soldier. The boy was bring an apple. The soldier shot him. In the shadows of the dusk, he mistook the apple for a grenade. Poor soldier. The boy was dead. The soldier had to live.
Nothing is perhaps as easy as picking holes in the thoughts that someone has presented to us. Especially when the collection is wide and the thoughts and observations, numerous. It must be all the more difficult for people from non-literary professions to write as the time they can devote is penning their thoughts is much less.
I am a great fan of President
Obama and have read about 60% of his book, “The Audacity of Hope”. The clarity
of thought, the insights, the anecdotes and the way the President has with English are exemplary.
There was however a sentence in the book I
found intriguing. To quote, “At some fundamental level, religion does not allow
for compromise.” I say intriguing because he seems to have spoken for all
religions. I feel this is true only for some religions.
There is a lot of compromising to
be found in religions of Oriental origin. This is quite evident in Fritjof
Karpa’s book “The Tao of Physics”. I think several scientists and artists found
Eastern religions fascinating precisely because of this reason. These philosophies and religions
gave them freedom of expression and thought. The freedom to question.
There are two appropriations in
vogue these days. One is the appropriation of the word religion by those who
speak of Abrahamic Religions. The other is the appropriation of the word Asian
by South-East Asians.