SOMEBODY OUT THERE IS REEADING THIS BLOG....

SOMEBODY OUT THERE IS REEADING THIS BLOG....
I KNOW, NOT WHAT YOU KNOW, BUT I KNOW WHAT I KNOW, AND I ALSO KNOW THAT THE MORE I KNOW MAY BE OR MAY NOT BE MORE THAN OR LESS THAN OR EQUAL TO WHAT YOU KNOW....

 "FAITH IS THE EVIDENCE FOR THE UNKNOWN GOD, IMPLICITLY AS WELL AS EXPLICITLY!"

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Karma!!

I immersed myself in the sacred Sangam and asked the Triveni waters, "Did you collect my sins?" The river replied, "Yes." I asked, "What will you do with them?" Triveni River chuckled, "Am I crazy to keep them? I'll deposit them in the sea." Curious, I approached the sea and asked, "Did you receive my sins from Triveni?" The sea replied, "Yes." I asked, "What will you do with them?" Sea smiled, "Am I crazy to keep them? I'll deposit them in the clouds." I rose to the clouds and asked, "Did you receive my sins from the sea?" Clouds replied, "Yes." I asked, "What will you do with them?" Clouds whispered, "Are we crazy to keep them? We'll shower them down as rain." I asked, "On whom?" Clouds smiled mischievously, "On YOU, of course." A profound realization struck me: no matter where we go, karma follows. The universe reminds us to be good ...
Read more

Read to Renew

“Teacher, I’ve read so many books… but I’ve forgotten most of them. So what’s the point of reading?” That was the question of a curious student to his Master. The teacher didn’t answer. He just looked at him in silence. A few days later, they were sitting by a river, suddenly, the old man said: “I’m thirsty. Bring me some water… but use that old strainer lying there on the ground.” The student looked confused. It was a ridiculous request. How could anyone bring water in a strainer full of holes? But he didn’t dare argue. He picked up the strainer and tried. Once. Twice. Over and over again… He ran faster, angled it differently, even tried covering holes with his fingers. Nothing worked. He couldn’t hold a single drop. Exhausted and frustrated, he dropped the strainer at the teacher’s feet and said: “I’m sorry. I failed. It was impossible.” The teacher looked at him kindly and said: “You didn’t fail. Look at the strainer.” The student glanced down… and noticed something. The old, dark, ...
Read more

Albert Camus - An example

He wrote that life is meaningless—then won the Nobel Prize and died three years later with an unused train ticket in his pocket. January 4, 1960. Albert Camus was riding in his publisher's fancy Facel Vega sports car, heading back to Paris after the holidays. In his briefcase was an unused train ticket—he had planned to take the train but accepted a ride at the last moment. The car hit a tree at high speed. Camus died instantly. He was 46 years old. The unused ticket became a symbol of the absurdity he'd spent his life writing about: the universe's complete indifference to our plans, our intentions, our very existence. But before that moment, Camus had lived a life that proved his philosophy: when faced with a meaningless universe, we must create meaning through how we choose to live. He was born in 1913 in Algeria, so poor that his family couldn't afford to bury his father properly. Lucien Camus had died at the Battle of the Marne in 1914, when Albert was barely a year...
Read more