We are the result of all kinds of influences and there is nothing new in us, nothing that we have discovered for ourselves; nothing original, pristine, clear.
For centuries we have been spoon-fed by our teachers, by our
authorities, by our books, our saints. We say, ‘Tell me all about it—what
lies beyond the hills and the mountains and the earth?’ and we are satisfied
with their descriptions, which means that we live on words
and our life is shallow and empty. We are second-hand people. We have lived on what we have been told, either guided by our inclinations, our tendencies, or
compelled to accept by circumstances and environment.
yet; neither had we prisoners reached that point. We were still in the first phase of our psychological reactions.
-viktor frankl, Men Search For Meaning
The medical men among us learned first of all: "Textbooks tell lies!" Somewhere it is said that man cannot exist without sleep for more than a stated number of hours. Quite wrong!
the noise. If someone now asked of us the truth of Dostoevsky’s statement that flatly defines man as a being who can get used to anything, we would reply, "Yes, a man can get used to anything, but do not ask us how." But our psychological investigations have not taken us that far
conflict with society; we cease to be respectable human beings. A respectable human being cannot possibly come near to that infinite, immeasurable, reality.
- Jiddu Krishnamurt in Freedom from the Known
The primary cause of disorder in ourselves is the seeking of reality promised by another; we mechanically follow somebody who will assure us a comfortable spiritual life. It is a most extraordinary thing that although most of us are opposed to political tyranny and dictatorship,
we inwardly accept the authority, the tyranny, of another to twist our minds and our way of life. So if we completely reject, not intellectually but actually, all so-called spiritual authority, all ceremonies, rituals and dogmas, it means that we stand alone and are already in
मेरा जीव��� ललकार बने, असफलता ही असि-धार बने
इस निर्मम रण में पग-पग का रुकना ही मेरा वार बने !
भव सारा तुझपर है स्वाहा सब कुछ तप कर अंगार बने
तेरी पुकार सा दुर्निवार मेरा यह नीरव प्यार बने
मैं कब कहता हूँ जग मेरी दुर्धर गति के अनुकूल बने,
मैं कब कहता हूँ जीवन-मरू नंदन-कानन का फूल बने ?
काँटा कठोर है, तीखा है, उसमें उसकी मर्यादा है,
मैं कब कहता हूँ वह घटकर प्रांतर का ओछा फूल बने ?
मैंने विदग्ध हो जान लिया, अन���तिम रहस्य पहचान लिया
मैंने आहुति बन कर देखा यह प्रेम यज्ञ की ज्वाला है !
��ैं कहता हूँ, मैं बढ़ता हूँ, मैं नभ की चोटी चढ़ता हूँ
कुचला जाकर भी धूली-सा आंधी सा और उमड़ता हूँ