Book Title: Jain Shwetambar Conference Herald 1913 Book 09
Author(s): Mohanlal Dalichand Desai
Publisher: Jain Shwetambar Conference
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Divine Discontent.
Divine Discontent.
From the time man comes into the world from his journeyings in the dream-land at night down to the time he returns to it, the one dominant note is his mad pursuit after happiness. With the small hours of the morning com. mences his painful struggle to ensure for him as large a measure of happiness as he possibly can-wealth--that magi. cian's wand-concentrating in the smallest compass all the comforts and luxuries this world could give-fills his mental horizon in his waking hours. To him it is the only object worth striving after with relentless energy, to the exclusion of every other idea as to the fairness or the means employed to attain it, In the storm and tumultuous din of his passions he can hardly ever hear the still small voice of his conscience-the better part of himself which gently asks him " Good man ! Suppose thyself is in possession of riches beyond thy wildest imagination and then pray tell me, can its possession give thee even a few minims of unruffled peace of mind, a sense of serere self-centred, inward balm ? If not why this breathless run after Utopia. ” But that murniuring voice is drowned in the uproar of the brutes and rebellous hosts who have secured a lodgement in his heart. Their unceasing violence never allow their possessor a moment's rest. He plods through the weary day with the same unabated rigour and when dark mantle of night covers the orb of day, he drags his jaded limbs to a place he calls home. Seeking his bed he tries to induce sleep but his mind shoots off in thousand and one channels. After prolonged struggle sleep steals over him but his mind would allow him no rest. The night-mare echoing the dominant tendencies of his waking hours oppresses him while that unconscious state lasts. With the break of day it is the same old story again. The experience of the previous day is repeated with added zest over again. But all the while the gentle murmuring voice of God keeps streaming into his
