Here is Hitler rehearsing his speech in front of a mirror. Your image is your intoxicant, and it is carved out of your own memory; you are worshipping yourself through the image created by your own thought. The worshipper is the worshipped.
We are patterns made by others and even by others who do not understand much. And in following these wrong gods home we will never ever reach ‘paradise’.
If you throw away all the keys, the door opens itself.
Listening to the footsteps of the ‘Sun God’ moments before it descends over the Ganga at Rishikesh.
Words leap out like flames and engulf you when you have lived them.
Life is fire it burns everything that is dead.
Why do you live in your body like you will be given another?