Ochman’s razor and Vishal-ji’s red colour

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Namaste all.

 

Ochman's razor:

 

Earth is the centre of everything. Planets and stars go around it.

Simplest and most harmless observation till Eratosthenes (sp?)

mercilessly smashed it centuries ago. And we did accept it although

we first made sure to finish the guy off most kindly. If we are,

therefore, to accept advaita, the razor should be kept miles away,

lest it will hurt, be it called lAghava or parsimony. But, once we

see through the logic of advaita and live it, we won't need any

razors any more as we would be growing the beards of wisdom.

 

Vishalji's red colour:

 

The other fellow may be seeing `my green' and calling it red as he is

taught to do from childhood. In fact, this is a thought I expressed

in my philosophy answer paper during college days and, thank heavens,

I scraped through the exam although it was an unwarranted digression

on my part considering the nature of the question I was answering.

 

However, after about forty years thence, I won't dare do that again

as an advaitin. The reason: Advaita is about me. The other fellow

and the supposition that he might be seeing `my green' in the place

of `my red' are just my objectifications. Both belong to the realm

of mAyA. What does it therefore matter to an advaitin unless he is

taking off from his meditative life to explore the unending plurality

of the world? In the enquiry after the Light that lighted up both,

the supposition loses its philosophical grandeur despite its seeming

novelty.

 

PraNAms.

 

Madathil Nair