Many are the kinds of seeds sown:
As ripens the fruit, again is left the Sole Supreme Being.
Into thousands of pitchers falls reflection of the one sky;
As the pitcher is broken, the sole Light remains.
While thoughts of maya last, doubt, avarice, and attachment are found;
When illusion is lifted, only the Sole Supreme Being is left.
Adi Granth
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The life of this world is but comfort of illusion.
Quran 3.185
The world illusion, maya, is individually called avidya, literally, ''not-knowledge'', ignorance, delusion. Maya or avidya can never be destroyed through intellectual conviction or analysis, but solely through attaining the interior state of nirbikalpa samadhi.
Paramhansa Yogananda
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There is an objective reality out there, but we view it through the spectacles of our beliefs, attitudes, and values.
David G Myers
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Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion.
Democritus
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The human understanding is like a false mirror, which, receiving rays irregularly, distorts and discolors the nature of things by mingling its own nature with it.
Francis Bacon
Lovely Thoughts for Lovely People Just Like You
As ripens the fruit, again is left the Sole Supreme Being.
Into thousands of pitchers falls reflection of the one sky;
As the pitcher is broken, the sole Light remains.
While thoughts of maya last, doubt, avarice, and attachment are found;
When illusion is lifted, only the Sole Supreme Being is left.
Adi Granth
*
The life of this world is but comfort of illusion.
Quran 3.185
The world illusion, maya, is individually called avidya, literally, ''not-knowledge'', ignorance, delusion. Maya or avidya can never be destroyed through intellectual conviction or analysis, but solely through attaining the interior state of nirbikalpa samadhi.
Paramhansa Yogananda
*
There is an objective reality out there, but we view it through the spectacles of our beliefs, attitudes, and values.
David G Myers
*
Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion.
Democritus
*
The human understanding is like a false mirror, which, receiving rays irregularly, distorts and discolors the nature of things by mingling its own nature with it.
Francis Bacon
Lovely Thoughts for Lovely People Just Like You
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