The world is a stage - Shakespeare.. oops ... Nisargadatta

[Guest guest]

The world is but a show, glittering and empty. It is, and yet it is not. It

is there as long as I want to see it and take part in it. When I cease

caring, it dissolves. It has no cause and serves no purpose. It just

happens when we are absent-minded. It appears exactly as it looks, but

there is no depth in it, nor meaning. Only the onlooker is real, call him

Self or Atma. To the Self, the world is but a colourful show, which he

enjoys as long as it lasts and forgets when it is over. Whatever happens on

the stage makes him

shudder in terror or roll with laughter, yet all the time he is aware that

it is but a show. Without desire or fear, he enjoys it, as it happens. (178-9)

 

 

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With Love,

Cyber Dervish

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