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PHILOSOPHY OF SOUL
But the wasp was much perplexed as it could neither enjoy the smell of the lotus nor that of the night-soil pills. He realised that that place was no good and so it begged for leave. The bee was much sorry and was surprised to find the wasp leaving so suddenly. In the meanwhile the bee, by chance saw the pills of night soil in the wasp's mouth. Bee persuaded it to stay on for a while. Then the bee removed the pills from the wasp's mouth. The wasp was given a bathing in a pond on a lotus bed. Now the wasp enjoyed heavenly fragrance, and expressed to the bee. "Friend, I don't want to leave this heaven and return to hell."
Thus attachment for wealth, power, relatives, and worldly means are like pills of nightsoil. They do not allow you to enjoy the fragrace of lotus in the form of spiritual happiness. If and when you cast aside these pills then only you will be able to enjoy spiritual happiness.
Why should we be affected by the contact of a non-sentient matter with some other non-sentient matter? Inception of such thought and its stabilization in mind would withdraw your self from artificial joy of worldly life and would drive your self promptly in the direction of a real happiness.
Being engrossed in temporal and artificial happiness, we hardly tarry to think of real happiness. Such artificial happiness leads only to miseries. You must ponder over the meaning of the proverb, “Coming events cast their shadows before.” If temporal happiness bestows miseries imminently at present then how much detrimental are they likely to prove in future ?
Taste of the tongue induces the man to pack his belly to the brim with food. Then indigestion makes him fast for a few days and leads him to cholic pains and dysentery. Doctors and physicians are summoned, and expenses are incurred.
Rich dress also attracts the street gangsters. They rob us and even give us knife-blows, endangering our life.
Attraction for power also breeds bitter experiences of similar nature. Persons in power constantly undergo worries and their soft beds do not accord them any rest. Sometimes these soft beds are no better than funeral pyre.
