We like certain things. We are not able to like something else. We hate even some things. But all those things are existing in nature. Perhaps if they are wrong in some respects, by the very fact they are wrong they are put to task. Either they learn the lesson the hard or soft way or if they persist they pay the penalty or undergo punishment. But they are not hated by nature. For if they were, then even for a wink of an eye they could not have existed. But they are permitted by nature and allowed to face the game pro or anti. In the family, in the streets, in the town and everywhere we exclude some and include some.
Religions gather as many persons as they exclude, all in varying degree. 'If you are this then you are ours,otherwise not ours.' Society tolerates certain people and terminates some. Various gods grace some and resent some. But all those discarded elements are still in existence. carrying on, in their own faulty ways towards self-defeat or correction. Nature shelters them and gives them full scope to face the game with no rules altered, in total contexts of gestalt.
I think nature is a much more greater sage than any sage born, much more divine than any divinity incarnated, much more humane than any human institution instituted by human beings or customs. For none are excluded from the gambit of nature, even those condemned by the gods and the divines.
Nature, she is the great teacher, patient with all, persistently teaching all, shaping all to the destination, she alone knows what.
She, the Nature, is the greatest religion with no boundaries. She is the greatest prophet with a really universal message, constantly in revelation.
Should I say she is Kali, may be she tolerates my naming as she tolerates many naming her in many ways in ignorance or dim visions. Why? I will just call her Nature as she is. Shall I salute her? How? For no rituals except the singular act of knowing and being right, is service proper in her wide open chapel of the universe.
But she is, she is, she is.... just over there, here, everywhere, gathered all of us, good or naughty, friends, alien or foes among ourselves. To all she caters to all she gathers. Kali, Time, is it thy name? Shall I call you by that? No. why should I limit the limitless.? Who am I to put any stamp on you? You are your own self. Who can name thee? But please, sometime, when it pleases you, will you tell me your own name? I will keep it a secret, telling none, if that is part of the game.
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Srirangam V Mohanarangan
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