It is a funny world, and the funniest chap you ever saw is
He -- the Beloved Infinite! Fun, is it not?
Brotherhood or playmatehood -- a school of romping children let out to play in this playground of the world!
Isn't it?
Whom to praise, whom to blame, it is all His play.
They want explanations, but how can you explain Him? He is brainless, nor has He any reason.
He is fooling us with little brains and reason, but this time He won't find me napping. I have learnt a thing or two:
Beyond, beyond reason and learning and talking is the feeling, the "Love", the "Beloved".
Ay, sake, fill up the cup and we will be mad.
Yours ever in madness,
-Swami Vivekananda,
in a Letter to Francis Leggett
from London (July 1896)
He -- the Beloved Infinite! Fun, is it not?
Brotherhood or playmatehood -- a school of romping children let out to play in this playground of the world!
Isn't it?
Whom to praise, whom to blame, it is all His play.
They want explanations, but how can you explain Him? He is brainless, nor has He any reason.
He is fooling us with little brains and reason, but this time He won't find me napping. I have learnt a thing or two:
Beyond, beyond reason and learning and talking is the feeling, the "Love", the "Beloved".
Ay, sake, fill up the cup and we will be mad.
Yours ever in madness,
-Swami Vivekananda,
in a Letter to Francis Leggett
from London (July 1896)
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