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It brings unhappiness-good, I celebrate it. It brings happiness - good, I celebrate it. Celebration is an attaitude, unconditional to what life brings. "Celebration" you think one has to be happy?? How can one celebrate when he is sad. Celebration is not about being happy. Celebration is gratefullness for whatsoeve life has given you. Whatsoever God gives to you. Celebration is a gratitude, it is a greatfullness.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/882566286863751097/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Prayas Chaudhary</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112180280344951071783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ieNfZ" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/ienfz" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYESH04eyp7ImA9WxJaFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-882566286863751097.post-5527648441536393451</id><published>2007-08-15T18:03:00.061+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:48:29.333+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-07T13:48:29.333+05:30</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvEoAUEqQI/AAAAAAAAFz0/ypUwv7Vta8Y/s1600-h/36.large.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367099572500080898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvEoAUEqQI/AAAAAAAAFz0/ypUwv7Vta8Y/s200/36.large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/50-things-to-eat-before-you-die.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;50 things to eat before you die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SJqqvllz26I/AAAAAAAACzw/x5HXYxuEyR0/s1600-h/Chandni+Chowk.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231681651665525666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SJqqvllz26I/AAAAAAAACzw/x5HXYxuEyR0/s200/Chandni+Chowk.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beforeyoudie.co.uk/50-Places-To-See-Before-You-Die.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;50 places to see before you die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvE0i-SvBI/AAAAAAAAFz8/OZr8Doe5oRg/s1600-h/creating.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvE0i-SvBI/AAAAAAAAFz8/OZr8Doe5oRg/s1600-h/creating.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367099787962399762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvE0i-SvBI/AAAAAAAAFz8/OZr8Doe5oRg/s200/creating.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/50-things-to-do-before-you-die.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;50 things to do before you die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvFYdwDzqI/AAAAAAAAF0M/STxwECO02Wg/s1600-h/760517_551c9c8102.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvhkSQvXFI/AAAAAAAAF10/M0g6-3rNpRA/s1600-h/760517_551c9c8102.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367131394435669074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvhkSQvXFI/AAAAAAAAF10/M0g6-3rNpRA/s200/760517_551c9c8102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/east-and-west.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;East and the West.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvF5Vh5_MI/AAAAAAAAF0U/B5X45fcs7po/s1600-h/rerere.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367100969764650178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvF5Vh5_MI/AAAAAAAAF0U/B5X45fcs7po/s200/rerere.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/even-animals-can-fulfill-their-needs.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even animals, we can not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let"s do something now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Be happy, respect happiness and help people to understand that happiness is the goal of life। We have to learn a totally new language, only then this old rotten humanity can be changed। We have to learn the language of health, wholeness and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvMCAhPzaI/AAAAAAAAF0k/RzgueqY2cWc/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367107715813330338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvMCAhPzaI/AAAAAAAAF0k/RzgueqY2cWc/s200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-can-i-manage.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How can i manage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvMOK8SX-I/AAAAAAAAF0s/WQGahFDf8hY/s1600-h/kkkk.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367107924769529826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvMOK8SX-I/AAAAAAAAF0s/WQGahFDf8hY/s200/kkkk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Celebration Called Life...!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvLsemqP-I/AAAAAAAAF0c/mIqMPRwf5tY/s1600-h/holi-festival-in-bombay-india.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367107345931976674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvLsemqP-I/AAAAAAAAF0c/mIqMPRwf5tY/s200/holi-festival-in-bombay-india.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/be-fool-but-be-easy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Be a fool, but be easy !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvN4R4cXmI/AAAAAAAAF00/jue13xXxXZc/s1600-h/ppg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367109747698589282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvN4R4cXmI/AAAAAAAAF00/jue13xXxXZc/s200/ppg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/surprises-all-around.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Miracles all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvOCiWpnkI/AAAAAAAAF08/I_yVu8hIAkI/s1600-h/2005_03_10_Nepal_Child_400x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367109923918945858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvOCiWpnkI/AAAAAAAAF08/I_yVu8hIAkI/s200/2005_03_10_Nepal_Child_400x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/poem-by-kid-to-ponder_11.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poem by a kid to ponder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvORpS90LI/AAAAAAAAF1E/LCPqvsyYwfY/s1600-h/oldies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/thirty-years.html"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/thirty-years.html"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvORpS90LI/AAAAAAAAF1E/LCPqvsyYwfY/s1600-h/oldies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367110183480578226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvORpS90LI/AAAAAAAAF1E/LCPqvsyYwfY/s200/oldies2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/thirty-years.html"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/thirty-years.html"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/thirty-years.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thirty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/thirty-years.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;years॥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvOhmUKr1I/AAAAAAAAF1M/G5CifmV2DEc/s1600-h/sleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367110457558216530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvOhmUKr1I/AAAAAAAAF1M/G5CifmV2DEc/s200/sleep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/everything-is-going-well.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everything is well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvPw9nTPwI/AAAAAAAAF1U/e77i6ZkO8_c/s1600-h/Chandni+Chowk.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367111821022150402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvPw9nTPwI/AAAAAAAAF1U/e77i6ZkO8_c/s200/Chandni+Chowk.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-are-all-in-grave.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We are all in grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvP85ejQqI/AAAAAAAAF1c/b7q8pDyzOlk/s1600-h/streetkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367112026070139554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvP85ejQqI/AAAAAAAAF1c/b7q8pDyzOlk/s200/streetkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets fight like a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvRkxXs8WI/AAAAAAAAF1k/bwhbVvjhm3k/s1600-h/de96edd1883d4487939fba9227ea43d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367113810600325474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvRkxXs8WI/AAAAAAAAF1k/bwhbVvjhm3k/s200/de96edd1883d4487939fba9227ea43d6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/be-selfish.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Be Selfish॥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE_W7WcRMJU/SnvRza6p1eI/AAAAAAAAF1s/piAztOuzMgI/s1600-h/Dharavi%2520Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367114062270944738" style="FLOAT: left; 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The child is future-oriented, the old man is past-oriented, and the young man, many of them either are still in their childhood psychologically, and many of them have already passed into old age psychologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If somebody is really young he lives in the present. Now is the only time for him and here is the only place for him. He does not waver between past and future, because both are non-existential;that which exists is the present. The young person lives in the present, and the same is true about countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any race that remains clinging with the past remains clinging with corpses. One has to live in the present because the future is born out of the present. And India is living in the past. Out of past nothing is born; clinging to the past is wasting your time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in India is past-oriented. People are reading the story of Rama, and these are the days all over the country they will be playing the drama of Rama. Every year they go on playing the same drama; for thousands of years they have been doing it. They are not even bored by it! It seems they have lost all intelligence. They go on seeing the same thing, repeating the same thing, as if there is nothing else to do. And they go on talking about the golden age – in the past, it is always in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India lives in the past; it is getting old, shrinking. It has lost the joy of life, the youthfulness, the freshness. Countries like India live in the past; the golden age has passed long before. Man is falling down. There is great enthusiasm in China because the future seems to be very alluring; there is no enthusiasm in India. India became free before China, but China has been able to solve many problems which are of a vaster dimension than Indian problems because China has the greatest population in the world. But it has been able to solve those problems, it has been able to become a strong country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America is young, lives in the moment, hence there is great exploration going on about everything:science, religion, philosophy, art, new forms of art, new methods, new ways to reach to the moon, to the Mars and finally to the stars. In every dimension America is interested to explore; the young man’s adventurous spirit is there. They are going to the farthest corners of the world to explore all possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is old, China is just born, just now growing towards a future, America is young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Get Feed..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882566286863751097-2267828478684742386?l=celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The West lives in a kind of blindness, but the East lives in a deeper darkness, in a deeper blindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The western mind is superficial, but it at least has contributed much – technology, industry, scientific farming. It has given people a better standard of life; it may not have given them a better quality of life but at least it has given them a better standard of life. It has given them better houses, better roads, better cars, better airplanes. It may not have given them a better consciousness, but it has contributed, it has been creative – of course superficially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the East which became escapist in the name of meditation, became basically a drop-out, has not contributed even that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What your so-called saints in the East have contributed? We are poor because of those saints, and it is going to remain poor unless those saints are no more respected. But people go on respecting the same old rotten traditions; they cannot see. Deeper is their blindness, darker is their darkness. They cannot even see who is the cause of all this misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-two centuries of slavery in India. Who is the cause of all this? Our saints, our mahatmas, so-called sages who escape to the monasteries, who escape to the Himalayan caves, to the forests, to the jungles – and we have worshipped them, we have respected them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we respect somebody it means deep down you would also like to be like him – that’s what respect means. The word ”respect” is beautiful; it means seeing again and again – ”re-spect”. When you pass a beautiful woman, if she is really beautiful you will have to look again and again. That is respect:seeing again and again. You will walk slowly you will find excuses to go back, you will enter into the same shop the woman has entered, you will start asking for the same commodities she is purchasing so that you can be on the same counter. You will not be looking at things, you will be looking at her. This is respect – literal meaning of the word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you respect a person it means you are fascinated, infatuated. You would like to be like him. And the East still goes on respecting the same fools who are the cause of its misery, its starvation, its whole ugly state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are dying; thirty percent people in India are starving, and by the end of this century India will be the biggest country as far as population is concerned. It is going to surpass China; by the end of this century it will be the most populated country. Right now its problems are immense – what is going to happen by the end of this century? By God’s grace something is bound to happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is responsible for all this? – the people who have insisted at least for three thousand years continuously that the real is inner and the outer is maya (illusion), why bother about it? What is your problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the whole world things have changed, except in this unfortunate country. India is not yet part of twentieth century; it lags behind at least 500 years. And we have found explanations and rationalizations for it – that it is because of our past karmas that we are suffering. That means all the sinners are born only in India and all the saints are born in the western countries – which are materialist! They should not go there at all! But these are ways to avoid seeing the truth. 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Desire is a need gone mad. Needs are simple, they come from nature; desires are very complex they don’t come from nature. They are created by the mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needs are moment to moment, they are created out of life itself. Desires are not moment to moment, they are always for the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are thirsty, you are thirsty here and now, you have to seek water. It should be fulfilled – so it is a life need. But desires are not like that. You desire to be the president of a country. It is not a need, it is an ambition, And desires are never here and now, they are just mental, in the mind. And they cannot be fulfilled because their very nature is to move into the future. The distance between you and your desire always remains the same. How can you fulfill it? Even animals can fulfill their needs but man cannot fulfill his needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is man poor? Not because the earth is poor but because man is mad, he puts more energy into desires. Reaching the moon seems to be more important than feeding the poor. What is the use of reaching the moon? What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the money America has wasted in reaching the moon the whole of Asia could have been fed, all the backward countries could have been developed. And what have you gained by reaching the moon? The American flag is now on the moon -- this is the gain. And there is nobody to even see it! And now other planets are the target. The moon has been conquered -- now other planets have to be conquered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are frustrated, but not because of needs. We are frustrated because of desires. Needs are simple. They can be fulfilled. You feel hungry and you eat; you feel thirsty and you drink; you feel sleepy, you go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at our saints and sages: they always condemn our needs and always help our desires to be projected. They say: What are you doing? Just eating? Sleeping? Wasting your life? Try to reach heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is the ultimate desire. Paradise is waiting for you, and you are wasting your life in these ordinary things. They always condemn your needs and they always help your desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat when you feel hungry, and in that moment make eating a celebration. Celebrate! Because who knows, next time you may not be there. The hunger may not be there, nor this beautiful bread. Thirst may not be there -- nor may this river be there. Drink it! Let yourself be here so concentrated that time stops; because time is not moving -- your mind moves.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;An one old man was dying, somebody asked him: If you were given life again, how will you start it? He said: I will pay more attention to my needs and less attention to my desires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this realisation will come to us also. But it always comes very late and then life is no more in our hands. If we were given life again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Get Feed..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882566286863751097-6413724434643670653?l=celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Difficult is right for us; easy is never right. Because with the easy there is no conquering, the ego cannot feel fulfilled. The more difficult a task, the more the ego feels exhilarated, ecstatic. It has to be done – Everest has to be conquered, the moon has to be conquered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody asked Edmund Hillary who was the first to reach the top of Everest: Why? Why so much effort? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a hundred years man has been trying and trying and many have died! they never came back. Why this desire to climb Everest? And what is there? There is nothing! For a hundred years many people simply died, lost their lives, never came back, but again, every year, a group would go and try. And this is beautiful: no Indian has ever bothered, and Everest is in India! No Tibetan has ever bothered, and Everest is on the boundary of Tibet! Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groups come from the West every year. When Hillary climbed it, and came back, he was asked: Why? He said: Because Everest was there, and unless it is conquered, I cannot feel easy. It remains there, unconquered, a challenge to the ego. Just because it is there, it has to be conquered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difficult attracts. The more difficult it is, the more it attracts us. It becomes more valuable because through it, if we conquer, we will achieve a greater ego. Even if we fail, we will achieve a greater ego because we at least tried, while others have not tried at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we achieve with the easy, nothing is achieved, because the ego cannot feel greater. And if we fail, much is lost, because everybody will say: Such an easy thing, and you couldn’t achieve it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego is always attracted magnetically to the difficult, but EASY IS RIGHT. So ego is never attracted towards the right, it is always attracted towards the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person becomes a criminal because crime is difficult, a person becomes a politician because politics is difficult, a person becomes mad about money because making money is difficult. For anything that is difficult, people will go mad. Not that anything is achieved, but just because it is there like an Everest, a challenge, it has to be conquered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at our successful people, those who have succeeded. Look at them! What have they attained? They may have reached Everest, okay, but there is nothing there. One has to come back. Look at our presidents, prime ministers, what have they achieved? Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know deep down that they have achieved nothing, they are still looking for more. Bill gates is still making windows every year, why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing anything, if you feel easy doing it, it is right. If you feel uneasy doing it, something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are tense, it means you are living an uneasy life. If you cannot sleep, cannot relax, cannot let go, it shows you are living an uneasy life – you are after difficult things, impossible things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always look at what happens when you do something: if you become peaceful, if you become restful, at home, relaxed, it is right. This is the criterion, nothing else is the criterion. What is right for you may not be right for somebody else, remember that too. Because what is easy for you may not be easy for somebody else, something else may be easy for him. So there can be no universal law about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t listen to the world, because there are people who would like to impose their laws on you. Nobody who has understood life would like to impose anything on you. He will simply help you to be easy so that you can find what is right for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in such a way that we are always easy. Just like a small child, sleeping happily, eating happily, dancing happily, bubbling with energy – just easy. Remember, nobody will take any notice of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may even think you are mad. Because if you are serious, they think you are valuable, if you go on laughing and you make your life fun they think you are a fool. Let them think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a fool, but be easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Get Feed..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882566286863751097-4903851759785522940?l=celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A frog, a philosopher, saw the centipede, he looked and watched and he became very troubled; it is so difficult to walk even with four legs, but this centipede was walking with one hundred legs. This was a miracle! How did the centipede decide which leg to move first, and then which one next and then which one after that? And one hundred legs! So the frog stopped the centipede and asked a question: I am a philosopher and I am puzzled by you. A problem has arisen which I cannot solve. How do you walk? How do you manage it at all? It seems impossible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The centipede said: I have been walking all my life, but I have not thought about it. Now that you ask, I will think about it and then I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time thought entered the centipede's consciousness. Really, the frog was right -- which leg should be moved first? The centipede stood there for a few minutes, couldn't move, wobbled, and fell down. And he said to the frog: Please don't ask another centipede this question. I have been walking throughout my life and it was never a problem, and now you have killed me completely! I cannot move. And a hundred legs to move! How can I manage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are not self-conscious our life moves automatically. We talk, the whole day we go on chattering with friends, and there is no problem. But if someone asks us to come here and talk from this chair to the friends who have gathered here, we will be in the same position as the centipede. And yet we have been talking our whole life and there was never a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this problem come in? The problem comes in because now we are selfconscious. Now so many persons are looking at me, watching me, that now I cannot be at ease and spontaneous. Now its a project, now I want to plan, now I want the people to like me. Whatsoever I say, you would like them to be impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise everybody is a talker, a born talker. People go on talking and there is never any problem. But once you put them in a pulpit and tell them to talk to an audience,something goes wrong. What goes wrong? Nothing has changed but self-consciousness has entered, and self consciousness is the problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Get Feed..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882566286863751097-5766623531838238775?l=celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people -- first of all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness is wholly dependent, and then for the many, unknown to us, to whose destinies we are bound by the ties of sympathy. A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have never looked upon ease and happiness as ends in themselves -- this critical basis I call the ideal of a pigsty. The ideals that have lighted my way, and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been Kindness, Beauty, and Truth. Without the sense of kinship with men of like mind, without the occupation with the objective world, the eternally unattainable in the field of art and scientific endeavors, life would have seemed empty to me. The trite objects of human efforts -- possessions, outward success, luxury -- have always seemed to me contemptible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My passionate sense of social justice and social responsibility has always contrasted oddly with my pronounced lack of need for direct contact with other human beings and human communities. I am truly a 'lone traveler' and have never belonged to my country, my home, my friends, or even my immediate family, with my whole heart; in the face of all these ties, I have never lost a sense of distance and a need for solitude..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"My political ideal is democracy. Let every man be respected as an individual and no man idolized. It is an irony of fate that I myself have been the recipient of excessive admiration and reverence from my fellow-beings, through no fault, and no merit, of my own. The cause of this may well be the desire, unattainable for many, to understand the few ideas to which I have with my feeble powers attained through ceaseless struggle. I am quite aware that for any organization to reach its goals, one man must do the thinking and directing and generally bear the responsibility. But the led must not be coerced, they must be able to choose their leader. In my opinion, an autocratic system of coercion soon degenerates; force attracts men of low morality... The really valuable thing in the pageant of human life seems to me not the political state, but the creative, sentient individual, the personality; it alone creates the noble and the sublime, while the herd as such remains dull in thought and dull in feeling. &lt;br /&gt;"This topic brings me to that worst outcrop of herd life, the military system, which I abhor... This plague-spot of civilization ought to be abolished with all possible speed. Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism -- how passionately I hate them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed. It was the experience of mystery -- even if mixed with fear -- that engendered religion. A knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, our perceptions of the profoundest reason and the most radiant beauty, which only in their most primitive forms are accessible to our minds: it is this knowledge and this emotion that constitute true religiosity. In this sense, and only this sense, I am a deeply religious man... I am satisfied with the mystery of life's eternity and with a knowledge, a sense, of the marvelous structure of existence -- as well as the humble attempt to understand even a tiny portion of the Reason that manifests itself in nature." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The text of Albert Einstein's copyrighted essay, "The World As I See It," was shortened for our Web exhibit. The essay was originally published in "Forum and Century," vol. 84, pp. 193-194, the thirteenth in the Forum series, Living Philosophies. It is also included in Living Philosophies (pp. 3-7) New York: Simon Schuster, 1931. For a more recent source, you can also find a copy of it in A. Einstein, Ideas and Opinions, based on Mein Weltbild, edited by Carl Seelig, New York: Bonzana Books, 1954 (pp. 8-11). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Get Feed..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/882566286863751097-4943304181392473376?l=celebrationcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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