I felt like a king as I slept under the sky,
Watching its vastness that couldn't be captured in one sight.
And yet, a minuscule is only what I could see after all the attempts.
Stretching far behind the horizons; lied majority of it vastness.
It reminded me of the vastness within.
The energy and the potential I have known,
Is but a tiny speck of the mammoth that lay buried.
This world has seen countless men, that have enriched its thoughts;
And yet they are a small part of the countless others unheard of;
That were as humble as the Mother Earth, complaining of nothing;
Who have seen order and symmetry in such vastness.
Monday, August 17, 2009
"A straight line, infinitely projected must end in a circle. I may remark that this idea explains the ethical theory that you must not hate, and must love. Because, just as in the case of electricity the modern theory is that the power leaves the dynamo and completes the circle back to the dynamo, so with hate and love; they must come back to the source. Therefore do not hate anybody, because that hatred which comes out from you, must, in the long run, come back to you. If you love, that love will come back to you, completing the circle. It is as certain as can be, that every bit of hatred that goes out of the heart of a man comes back to him in full force, nothing can stop it; similarly every impulse of love comes back to him."