Where is the answer to that question? .

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- It is not a matter of the believer-atheist, it is a matter of reality. The same is our light, and the same is our darkness

This May I am not a man of the north. If we have to give something like the answer, then we too will not accept such an answer! The real fun is in the questions. Just go ask questions, everything is agitated somewhere. Sometimes the questions only make you tremble, even on a personal level. Alas, it also instinctively puts in front of a new world. You see, sometimes someone asks me a question: 'Are you a believer or an atheist?' I am sometimes overwhelmed by such an unexpected question. I am as silent as a criminal. Then I say to Veri with a smile on my face: 'I don't know in question.' The person in front then assumes silence, climbs on other things. But I keep asking myself from within - what is this believer-atheist game? Whose sickness is this product? Does such a noun really give a person a special identity? Or is the true identity always there? It seems to me that both the nouns are a mere labyrinth, a game played by some to cross the line.

The Buddha comes to mind more after I have such questions. It's not about the believer-atheist, it's about being real. Without such stickers the key is to find a timely way out of what the real puts in between. You may mistakenly take an X-ray of the 'believer', or an MRI of it. It is possible to come to the conclusion that there are more atheists than believers! And on the contrary, if you pass an 'atheist' through such a test, it will be seen that there are more believers in it. Man's mind is fickle, his intellect changes from time to time so man is subject to many changes whether he wants to or not.

Also, some short-winded, greedy ones keep moving. So in the end it is a matter of the real, not of the believer-atheist. The same is our light, and the same is our darkness. If this is our dream then this is also the destruction of our dream. If our speed is the same then there is also a state of stagnation. The same is our Rati, on the other hand there is also Virti. It makes you fly, it makes you tired by running, if it is happy, it is just as bad. If it leads to the world beyond the mountains, the splashes in the nearby puddles do the same. If he is a Guru, then he is also a disciple. Drawing between the same crowds creates an awkward situation, sometimes creating isolation and connecting us to our own energy source.

The same thing sometimes confuses us between faith and truth, testing us. The real work is like a merchant with a bed on the road. Maya expands during the day, does chabarakiveda, makes compromises in price-rhythm, even takes the beds back in the evening. There is no sign of anyone sitting there. In fact, it is not a simple noun that we assume. But it is a fact that has to be accepted, but also the truth. If he wants, he can push both the 'believer' and the 'atheist', he can also humiliate them. This has also happened. Unparalleled illustrations can be found about it.

That is why I prefer to remain silent about both these nouns and about this reality as long as possible. My interest has been in all the things in which the shadow of my being extends. If there is a song of my intellect in it, if there is a dance of the heart, my amazement is strengthened in it and I also hear some hum in my breath. I want to see myself embodied, I want to see what is being portrayed, I want to experience what is manifested. I am the source of my happiness. There is no such thing as a noun, if one tries to find it in it, there is no edge.

Come on, you hastily give me the title of an atheist, punish me for not mixing with you, but I will indicate without speaking that even today my eagerness to absorb the first rays of the sun remains the same. When I still wake up in the middle of the night, I hear an anonymous being like God talking to me in a low voice. Even now, I enjoy the action of food and snacks not as an action from 'Tash', but as a pleasure. I would be happy if I could feel the flower blooming on the plant growing in the pot in front of me.

I still retain the thrill of seeing the darkness of the new moon differently. The tendency to look at the sky several times a day has been just as intense. The stars of the night still make me blink. I feel the gentle innocent promises of a man darkening the lines of my life. I still have the desire to compose Manoman Radha in different forms.

And even if you call me a believer, it doesn't matter to me. It has happened so many times that I have been busy looking at the temple premises, looking at the architecture, without seeing the idol inside the sanctum sanctorum! Yes, you are telling a story and my ears are busy listening to something else somewhere. I may even erase all the road lines you have drawn. Like Gibran, I also have something 'Stainer'. You are expecting a vow from me. When someone arrives to take a tip for a temple, I don't say it. The sound of the poor man's croaking gut draws me more towards the temple than it does towards me. I like to walk upside down, to do something upside down, rather than those who call themselves 'believers' by creating tables, following them ...

Tell me, how do I get the answer?