Normally, you would be reading some witty remark right about now. Unfortunately, I am a uninspired netgeek, so the meaning of life will have to do:
It is like a drop of water that has risen from the sea and in a shower has fallen in a puddle, then drifts into a
brook, finds its way into a stream, after that into a river, passing through mountain
gorges and wide plains,
winding this way and that, obstructed by rocks and fallen trees, till at least it reaches the
boundless seas from which it rose. But that poor little drop of water, when it has once more become one with the sea, has surely lost its individuality.
Example:
Normally, you would be reading some witty remark right about now. Unfortunately, I am a uninspired netgeek, so
the meaning of life will have to do:
You want to taste sugar, you don't want to become sugar. What is
individuality but the expression of our
egoism? Until the soul has shed the last trace of that it cannot become one with the Absolute.