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I, therefore, will to love you!

Love is as much as a subject of one’s will, as it is, as much as a subject of one’s emotion or feeling. That’s a rather outlandish statement to make – especially in the new age of ‘enlightenment’. Quoting Immanuel Kant on enlightenment - Enlightenment is man's release from his self-incurred tutelage. Tutelage is man's inability to make use of his understanding without direction from another. Self-incurred is this tutelage when it’s cause lies not in lack of reason but in lack of resolution and courage to use it without direction from another. Sapere aude! "Have courage to use your own reason!" - That is the motto of enlightenment. Read this with a calm and easy mind - Love is (made) subject to the will, (you choose to consciously love, and once this happens) Will is now subject to Love (Love defines what the will wants to do) And then, the “will” will draw its very meaning and existence from “Love” itself. (in simple words – you forget if there was a will to start wi

The Origin and Meaning of Time

This is a partial extract of an Article by Joe Boot, Director, RZIM Canada “Once upon a point of infinite density, Nothing that was Something went ‘Boom!’ then there was Everything. Everything eventually named Something ‘Matter,’ the tragic character in our story. Sadly, Matter had no mind, yet this makes our tale all the more amazing!” “Now matter had only one companion, the hero of our fable, a mysterious stranger of unknown origin called Chance. Chance, though blind, was a brilliant artist. Chance taught mindless Matter to paint and paint our pupil did. Matter painted a universe from center to rim on the canvas of a vacuum. And lo, innumerable galaxies emerged filled with infinite wonders, beauty, order, and life. The inspired brush strokes of ignorant Matter, guided by the hands of blind Chance, created together a cosmic masterpiece. But as Matter and Chance were working away they failed to spot out the villain called Time. Time crept in unnoticed back at the boom and was extremely

The Circle of life....

Much of our life is spent in trying to make things happen; things that we need somewhere deep. When these very things do happen, we get caught in a tangle - wondering if that was what we wanted and many a time kill the same things that we made happen. In the process, expecations rise, emotions surge and a few things get built and a few things get broken.....and... then we return to the same thing - "things that we need somewhere deep". The circle continues.. Sometime or most times, all it takes is that we let accept the fact that we made things happen and ensure that either - we take responsibility for things made and care for them, or let remain and let the things we cherish for to happen in the natural course. There are many a things that cannot be realised unless outside a full commitment, most often a life time is too short. The bottom line - The greatest truths are the simplest and the simplest are the most difficult to comprehend. The answers are simple, it's us who

What is that we look for, while on our stint on this earth?

Black boy in Chicago Playing in the street Not near enough to wear Not near enough to eat Don't you know he saw it On a July afternoon He saw a man named ArmstrongWalk upon the moon Young girl in Calcutta Barely eight years old The flies that swarm the market place Will see she don't get old Don't you know she heard it On that July afternoon She heard a man named Armstrong Had walked upon the moon The rivers are getting dirty The wind is getting bad War and hate are killing off The only earth we have But the world all stopped to watch it On that July afternoon To watch a man named Armstrong Walk upon the moon And I wonder if a long time ago Somewhere in the universe They watched a man named Adam Walk upon the earth - Nanci Griffith What is it that makes it so important of our stint on EARTH?There is a whole universe that watches us, right from the moment we step on the Earth – There is rejoicing in Heaven of another soul being born, bubbled joys in the family of a new born