The Sishya (disciple) thought aloud: ‘The world is being torn apart by geography, race, gender, culture, religion, language, economic disparity, etc. etc. Strangely these forces unite people at one level and pit them against one another on a larger canvas. Of these religion intended to uplift the mankind seems to be most perniciously divisive.’
‘You’re right,’ concurred the Guru. ‘Religion – every one of them – claims god of its own. And the gods seem to be fighting a proxy war for supremacy through their overzealous faithful on this earth!’
‘That’s an awful thing to say about the gods…er…I mean about the god.’
‘You know what I think? It could well be that the gods already have a truce up there and for fun kept it from them down here.’
‘Watch what you say – you may get hauled up for profanity.’
I’ve just this to ask of the believers: If you’re the children of a god, omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent, and just and loving, what about them? I mean the others, the multitude, whom you fiercely despise, coerce or even coax. A defective production batch off your god’s factory, to be mended?’
Akbar and Birbal went out without the usual retinue, attired like merchants on visit to a far-out part of the kingdom.
At the town market,
Akbar: ‘Does anyone know me here?’
Birbal: ‘We will know soon, Jahampana.’
None from the milling crowd gave the emperor a second glance.
But many were looking at Birbal smiling at him. A few even waved at him.
‘Birbal, how do they know you? You were never in these parts as far as I now. And how could they recognize you in these clothes? Even your mother wouldn’t. If they did, they should know who is with you.’
‘You’re right, my Lord, they don’t know me here about.’
‘But I see them smiling at you.’
‘Could be because I smiled at them?’
Source: Adapted from Dina Thanthi in Tamil and image from folknet.in.
Einstein would have loved to include it in his treatise..
For those that claim to know/speak ‘The Truth’ exclusively and in its entirety:
And if we concede the possibility of multiple stand-points…
Sounds a bit like mumbo-jumbo of the eastern religions?
Robert De Vincenzo, the great Argentine golfer, once won a tournament and, after receiving the check and smiling for the cameras, he went to the clubhouse and prepared to leave. Some time later, he walked alone to his car in the parking lot and was approached by a young woman.
She congratulated him on his victory and then told him that her child was seriously ill and near death. She did not know how she could pay the doctor’s bills and hospital expenses.
De Vincenzo was touched by her story, and he took out a pen and endorsed his winning check for payment to the woman. “Make some good days for the baby,” he said as he pressed the check into her hand.
The next week he was having lunch in a country club when a Professional Golf Association official came to his table:
“Some of the boys in the parking lot last week told me you met a young woman there after you won that tournament.”
De Vincenzo nodded.
“Well,” said the official, “I have news for you. She’s a phony. She has no sick baby. She’s not even married. She fleeced you, my friend.”
“You mean there is no baby who is dying?” said De Vincenzo.
“That’s right,” said the official.
“That’s the best good news I’ve heard all week.” De Vincenzo said.
It depends on how you see things. You can be bitter after being cheated. Or you can choose to move on with your life.
Source: Ray Mitchell at raykiwsp.wordpress.com and image from openclipart (Gerald_G).