A Quote by Aldous Leonard Huxley on ending of sorrow, self-conscious organisms laws of nature, and well-being
Me as I think I am and me as I am in fact--sorrow, in other wors, and the ending if sorrow. One third, more or less, of all the sorrow that the person I think I am must endure is unavoidable. It is the sorrow inherent in the human condition, the price we must pay for being sentient and self-conscious organisms, aspirants to liberation, but subject to the laws of nature and under orders to keep on marching, through irreversible time, through a world wholly indifferent to our well-being, toward decrepitude and the certainty of death. The reamaining two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and, so far as the universe is concerned, unneccessary.
Somewhere between brute silence and last Sunday's
Thirteen hundred thousand sermons;
Calvin on Christ (God help us!) and the lizards;
Somewhere between seeing and speaking, somewhere
Between our soiled and greasy currency of words
And the first star, the great moths fluttering
About the ghosts of flowers, Lies the clear place where I, no longer I,
Love's nightlong wisdom of the other shore;
And, listening to the wind, remember too
That other night, that first of widowhood,
Sleepless, with death beside me in the dark. Mine, mine, all mind, mine inescapably!
But I, no longer I,
In this clear place between my thought and silence
See all I had and lost, anguish and joys,
Glowing like gentians in the Alpine grass, Blue, unpossessed and open.
Source: Island (Perennial Classics), Pages: 97..98
Contributed by: Nara-Narayana