On Happiness

I met a rich wise man. He said he didn’t know if he were wise or not. But he knew he was certainly rich. He had much to show me around by way of his wealth. Then I met a poor wise man. He knew he had to be wise since he was not rich. All that he made up for his lack he displayed in our conversation and it was more of a monologue, I should say.
Much later I met a wise man sitting on a mat out in the open enjoying the setting Sun.
“Are you happy sir?” I asked him. He took time from his contemplation and said, “ I never got around to ask myself that.” He adjusted himself to face me and said, “ Now that you asked me let me tell you, sir, you make me happy.”
I spent a happy hour or two in his company and during which we would have hardly exchanged ten words. I knew I was a happy man.
benny

W12 D7- In Silence We Connect

Premise #4
“If we cannot exactly say if the space is expanding or may at some point reverse into a Big Crunch, First Cause must explain its motions in whichever direction. Every material form the earth or man, weird life forms in other planetary systems must be equally dependent on the selfsame Cause.”

Every part of our universe is like a wheel connected to one another by so many wheels small and large in a machine some of which are so minute that may escape detection to any casual enquiry. Time in nano seconds we may never experience nor shall we measure a cosmic year which takes our sun to make one complete revolution about the centre of the Galaxy. It runs about 220 million years. Our year linked to the Galactic year would show how exceedingly narrow range do we take in matters of cosmos; Yet our brief span of life is linked to it. We may leave the Sun to its galactic year if we may do much with one year. Our heartbeats in its regularity must measure however imperfectly the seemingly infinite pacings of celestial events. How we make sense of Oneness is somewhat similar.
Our heartbeats in its rhythm provide harmony to the melodic line of cosmos. Our mind and body as one, come in time with the music of the spheres. The rests, which we provide is the key. Part of Time.
‘ And the rest is silence,’ as the Bard of Avon would say.

benny