Vivekananda Mailing List-5/29/04

[Guest guest]

We enter into creation, and then for us it becomes living. Things are

dead in themselves; only we give them life, and then, like fools, we

turn around and are afraid of them, or enjoy them. But be not like

certain fisher-women, who, caught in a storm on their way home from

market, took refuge in the house of a florist. They were lodged for the

night in a room next to the garden where the air was full of the

fragrance of flowers. In vain did they try to rest, until one of their

number suggested that they wet their fishy baskets and place them near

their heads. Then they all fell into a sound sleep.