Parabels of Mahavir

Author(s): Harindranath Chattopadhyaya
Publisher: Shri Kiran Publishers

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spread your palms before Him, the very act of spreading your palms before the Lord Mahavir shall bring you blessing. Go! go! go! I say-go!!!
SOM I will go, Woman! something is happening inside me. I know the Lord will grant me a gift; as you say, it would still be a sacred gift if He granted me nothing ! (he rushes out )
MAHAVIR (on a lonely path edged with
briar shrubs ) What is creation ? a myth.... Nothing exists but non-existence beyond all existence; the ever-present reaching-point reached at every point of that which was Never and yet is Ever; the reaching point reached at the end of the last figment measured by footfalls treading imaginery distances. The rondure of vacuum, another name for God, for love, for all that is poured into the illusion men call life. Life, through everything, in reality, hungers for some