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Science and religion form the two pillars of our civilization and they need each other for the survival of ourselves.
— Kuruvilla Pandikattu
Science and religion form the two pillars of our civilization and they need each other for the survival of ourselves.
Humans are the between before and beyond. Ever elusive and ever tensional
Life Is Beautiful: Enjoy It/ Life Is Fragile: Foster It/ Life Is Relational: Share It/ Life Is Paradoxical: Encounter It/ Life Is Fascinating: Contemplate It/ Life Is: Be
Fiction is made of life/ Of earth and clay/ Of tears and laughter/ Of blood and sweat/ Hear them, the works of an author or a painter/ The singer and the clown/ Preserve the mystery of life.
So is the song of life being sung/ By us and by all the living beings/ A melodious and harmonious song,/ Where the singer loses her own self/ And absorbs in the wonderful harmony of the song!/ An almost ecstatic experience.
Humans: The only animal who can laugh!/ We can enjoy the lighter side of life/ And we can also laugh at others/ And ridicule others!
To discover meaning is somehow to see the relatedness with everything else,/ However vaguely it may be;./ To find meaning is to see the purpose of things,/ However hazily it may be.
Life is security and daring,/ Life is protection and risk,/ Life is openness and closure,/ It is safety and adventure.
A parable is fascinating/ In its paradoxical invitation/ In the subversion of values/ In the unconditional acceptance of life/In its total affirmation of life/ Without ifs, buts and ...
Death: frightening and inevitable./ It is necessary to give rise to better offspring./ It is necessary to give way to a better life-style/ It is necessary due to the law of nature.
Death has been the great leveler/ Of all honour, glory and name./ None can take anything with them/ To their tomb! Death! The sobering fact/ Of all our yearnings and longings!/ “What does it profit a man …”/ If he cannot take any of the things/ To his grave.
To look straight into the eyes of my death/ My non-being/ To face myself as living and dying/ In the bare nakedness of my life and non-life.
Death stares at me/ Death pushes me forward/ Attracts me onwards/ And carries me on/ And that is my life!
To relish life and to relish death/ And to be grateful for both/ And to be open for more/ In both death and life.
It is much worse to be dead when we are alive/ Dead by the fear of death, when we are not yet dead!/ The incredible paradox of worrying to avoid death / Being the very cause of death!
Death is only a step towards .../ In this celebration of love/ Death is a stepping stone/ Towards the fullness/ Towards which all of us/ Consciously and unconsciously long for.
To be alive is to feel the joy of being./ In spite of the sorrows and joys of life/ The primary joy is that of being./ That of my existence. / That I exist is the most fundamental experience is joy for me!/ I, who do not deserve to, really exist./ I, who need not, do exist!/ I, who may not, do exist.
Real genuine joy is borne of sadness and sorrow.
Joy emerges from my little, timid life/ of everydayness and temerity.
There is a deeper joy in emptying ourselves.
The paradox of life is: Joy prepares one for more sadness and the other way around also.
After realising the depth of tragedy, we can and need to be joyful in hope.
The secret of joy is: To know the world and its evil powers ... and still preserve the hope.
The reward of joy is joy itself; not for its own sake; but for the sake of others.
The joy that is everywhere/ Is the true joy of being/ The joy that is life itself!
There is a deeper joy in emptying ourselves/ A deeper fulfilment in commitment/ A nobler life in letting ourselves go/ a truer self in not clinging on to my self!
As ever approachable and never attainable,/ the journey ventures on and on/ Without limit and borders/ And with full openness toward the infinite possibilities.
Calm and peaceful mind/ Prevents us from being a slave to the other/ Ana makde us in charge of/ Our own happiness and fulfilment.
To find the joy of living/ Is to experience the joy of dying/ Where the pain of parting/ Lads to still deeper joy of becoming.
Love is Human: Own it/ Love is Bodily: Feel it/ Love is Divine: Revere it/ Love is Surrender: Transcend it/ Love is Life: Be!
There is a subtle way of dominating you/ By always making you dependent on me./ Love sees through and liberates you/ To stand on your own feet.
To love implies that I respect you/ Even though I may not like you always./ Love means that I freely revere you/ And leave you free even not to respond to me.
Love enables the emergence of ecstasy/ That of enchantment with life
In your presence, dearly beloved,/ I do not need to make up!/ I do not need to adorn myself!/ I can just be myself!/ What a relief!
You are a surprise for me./ Every moment./ You are unpredictable in your love./ You cannot be controlled by my love.
It [love] conquers nihilism and pessimism/Suicide and self-annihilation./ It conquers its own death. /It is the spark of fire that kindles life forever.
By sharing it [love] grows/ By giving it up it nurtures/ By dying it deepens./ By being it becomes.
Love is the source of our hope/ Love is the basis of our vision/ Love is the goal of our progress/ Love is our world.
My deepest human longing is/ Not to control the world and people/ But to control and realise myself!
To be free is not an ideal/ But a concrete, specific commitment/ Commitment to a person, to a cause to an issue!
Freedom is the expression of my truest self/ The cry of being deepest being!
Freedom makes life not easy/ But noble and worthwhile!
Freedom is the flow of life/ It is to be part of it/ And to let life flow through you.
Freedom is basically a spiritual longing/ That can only be filled by a spiritual power.
The spiritual freedom, once relished and tasted/ Is ready to give up everything.
