Life without goodness, good thoughts , goodactions and good words is like the sky in the night without the moon or stars. its like a wheel without a hub or spokes! no one can push a boulder away while standing on it; you cannot be free from anxiety while all the entrance through which it sneaks in are open .
The airs is his breath the trees are the hairs of his body, the oceans his waist, the hills and the mountains are his bones. the rivers are the veins of the cosmic person, his movements are the passing of ages.
Away of life that ever more rapidly depletes the bower of the Earth to sustain it piles up ever more insoluble problems for each succeeding generation can only be called Violent .
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