The cosmos is interesting rather than perfect, and everything is not part of some greater plan, nor is all necessarily under control.
No mind, no form, I only exist; Now ceased all will and thought. The final end of the Nature’s dance; I am it whom I have sought. A realm of bliss bare, ultimate, beyond both knower and known. A rest immense I enjoy at last; I face the one alone. I have crossed the secret ways of life; I have become the Goal. The Truth immutable is revealed; I am the way, the God-Soul. My spirit aware of all the heights, I am mute in the core of the Sun. I barter nothing with time and deeds; my cosmic play is done.
The highest form of human intelligence is to observe yourself without judgment.
Every one of us has in him a continent of undiscovered character. Blessed is he who acts as Columbus to his own soul.
