Christmas, here again. Let us raise a loving cup: Peace on earth, goodwill to men, and make them do the washing up.
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.
Good judgment comes from experience and often experience comes from bad judgment.
If we sincerely want to become a liberated person, then we have to be willing to be independent in a world where so few truly think for themselves.
