Words...Guruji says are useless unless they become existence and so is love...just an emotion until it becomes existence.
But what is this existence?
Is existence the fact that so many people, events and circumstances happen and is life, the way you deal with them?
At all point in time, there is dystopia and the world always moves towards the brink of destruction, so are the events in our lives such that even movies are fashioned after such occurrences.
Was there ever a time when there was a perfect society?
Is there ever a time when a human being is free of his desires, his cravings, his emotions, his conflicts and his confusions...what is this 'perfection' that everyone always talks of moving towards?
Who am 'I'who is asking all these question, who am I that watches all these events, happy and sad pass by... Who am 'I' that watches something in me writhe in pain, boundless in its ecstasy, who am I that watches as regret and desire burn their way into my pure untainted soul...?
