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Isn't it quite incredible how some people go on pulling their lives living in abject poverty, in utter humiliation on being a human born on the wrong side while some, who don't deserve anything but desire much, get most of their wishes fulfilled. 
Let me clarify my point here, by poverty I need not necessary mean only the money part, but yes, it is very much in the scheme of things.
I wonder if there is a hand of God in it. Are there stars in play? And yes, these incidents make me realise that if there is no God, there must be a Devil. But then, if there is a Devil, there must be a God, isn't it? Everything exists on a duality and I am not clear about the concept of singularity, in physics (beyond my intellect) or in spirituality (I am not interested). 
I don't believe in the chaos theory. But I really don't believe in "everything happens for a reason" logic either. What shall you call me? Confused? 
I need to live more to find out the answer myself. Have you got the answer by any chance? 

Unrelated, but this is a moving last post by a fellow blogger who I was completely unaware of until I visited Gentleeye's blog and went through her tweeter feed. Not sure if you have read it already, if not, it's worth reading. R.I.P. Derek. 

Comments

Vincent said…
Yes, from a certain point of view your question is the most important one that we need answered.

I'm convinced that the only valid answer can be experiential, as opposed to communicated in words. There is a long Indian tradition which includes the Guru system and also Zen Buddhism, for its founder Bodhidharma arrived in China from India. This tradition may be expressed as "direct transmission outside the Scriptures".

I want to say "There is no God! The atheists are right! Religion should be swept away with all its superstitions."

But religion, usually based around some notion of God or gods, has evolved to express something instinctive in human nature & cannot therefore be eliminated.

Amongst all its other elements, human nature incorporates a way to find within ourselves and within all Creation a blessed thing that we don’t know how to name: something which can only be known experientially.

And on this topic you asked me recently a question about Enlightenment. I gave you a vague and evasive reply, sorry about that. I can give you a clearcut reply now: "I don’t know."

ghetufool said…
"Amongst all its other elements, human nature incorporates a way to find within ourselves and within all Creation a blessed thing that we don’t know how to name: something which can only be known experientially."
You nailed it.
A detailed comment later, not in a mood now and I don't want to take it lightly. Will discuss more with you in this space.
Anando Rocks said…
you have got this life absolutely free. That's why you don't value it. Be honest with yourself and ask what all you have got. You will realize that existence has been kind and you haven't done anything to deserve those things. Go back into the past and remember those days when you were a child. What made you happy then? A small toy, a coin, a game, a visit to somewhere. You were always curious to know. All children are. Be childlike again. Even in your youth, a smile from a girl, appreciation from friends, good food, movies, used to make you happy. Ask yourself what has changed now? You have started to make demands and want instant gratification. But, do you truly deserve what you are asking for? on a lighter note, if you were not born in this part of the world, you would have been in a madhouse! ---- anando

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