Life as I understood
The whole universe is a myth, even after Einstein. If anyone were free from birth, death, old age, and disease, we could have been wonderful explorers of the universe. We have a dream of a flawless world, but unfortunately, all that we get is a handicapped prison-house, governed by stringent laws. Are we really what we think what we are? Or are we missing out on reality? Pandits say we are not our body, we are not the mind, and so on and so forth. They say we have to do away with some things, renounce this and that. Are we missing some key, while we do all these? Is it making us more or less like a stone, and emotionless entity? Is there really happiness? Is there really sorrow? Are we permanently diseased? Living by rules may help to an extent but not beyond. Knowledge will lead us further. Do we know really what is what? Why do we come here and where do we go from here?... Yes.. Yes.. The ants know these answers better than the humans. They know that they should go exactly...