By J. Krishnamurti
So much folks during this harassed and brutal international attempt to carve out a personal lifetime of our personal, a lifestyles during which we will be able to be at liberty and peaceable and but dwell with the item of this global. We appear to imagine that the everyday life we lead, the lifetime of fight, clash, soreness and sorrow, is whatever become independent from the outer global of distress and confusion. We appear to imagine the person, the 'you', isn't the same as the remainder of the realm. . . . if you happen to glance a bit extra heavily, not just at your individual lifestyles but in addition on the wold, you can find what you're - your way of life, what you think that, what you're feeling - is the exterior international, the realm approximately you. you're the global, you're the individual that has made this global of utter affliction, the realm that's crying helplessly in nice sorrow. . . .