Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened.
Don’t open the door of your study and begin reading.
Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground
A man goes to a temple, to a church, to a mosque or to a building constructed for restoring faith. He goes there seeking a feeling called peace, a comforting for his troubled conscience. He might be despondent or might be happy since the phase of hopelessness has faded away. He walks into the decorated concrete structure seeking answers from the unknown. He seeks for gratitude, solace…believing to end his so called, so known, profound miseries.
Had there been not a word for the feelings called misery, fear, hopelessness… would there have been a requirement for the word GOD ?
A Hindu folds his hands and prostrates before an idol, a Muslim folds his knees on the ground while a Christian sits on a chair. Most claim their Gods are different but everyone is seeking the same….from the same!