Wednesday, January 04, 2006
If the radiance of a thousand suns Were to burst at once into the sky That would be like the splendor of the Mighty one --I am become Death, The shatterer of Worlds.
- Bhagavad Gita.
"Whenever darkness comes, assert the reality and everything adverse must vanish. For, after all, it is but a dream. Mountain high though the difficulties appear, terrible and gloomy though all things seem, they are but maya. Fear not; it is banished. Crush it and it vanishes. Stamp upon it and it dies. Be not afraid. Think not how many times you fail. Never mind; time is infinite. Go forward. Assert yourself again and again and light must come."