Let me confess it candidly, it's the best piece of literature I have read till date. Reason? It's a rhetorical question. The book is a fine piece of philosophy, that is practical, sensible and based on just one premise: Reason. The books on philosophy are deemed (incorrectly) as of abstract ideals. The dictionary definition for philosophy is: it's a set of belief or attitude to life, that guides one's behaviour. The book does justice to the definition, in toto.
A life without reason is no life. The reason can be as meagre as assurance of two square meals a day or even to run a transcontinental railroad. But there should be one. Reason is the only absolute. An absolute, that consummates with one's mind to procreate everything else, that is relative to this absolute. Success of a man's life is relative to his own definition of the success, something that he has defined as the reason or aim of his life.
The only sin - the ultimate one - is to life for no reason. The penultimate one, is to fall for the first by divorcing with the reason. Simply put, the most immoral thing is to accept mysticism over rationality.
One wise teacher of mine had once professed aphoristically, "The six eternal friends of any human are: What, when, where, who, why and how." If one strives to keep put with them, he is the happiest man. Ignorance is bliss. Knowledge is power. Mysticism can offer only the former. Reasoning, only the latter. The six intimate friends help one achieve it. The most powerful statement one can make is this: I know. If one has answers, the correct logical, sensible, unbiased, unequivocal and supported by reason, he has found the remedy to all vices. Or, the other way - the mystic escapist way - is to elude every question by pointing fingers at some unfathomable inanimate object whose existence even they can't prove.
The knowledge is the source of happiness. Reason, only way to achieve it. Mind, the only tool to use. Facts, the premise to begin with. Or, one can chose to be ignoramus, thus ignoble automatically, by being oblivious to the truth, reality and practicality.
Running away to jungles, only for the namesake of 'Search of Knowledge', deferring responsibilities of being a human is escapism. Never Sagacious. Cities, towns, metropolis are creation of man - of his conquest over nature - and no bovine, for he has the power to think. Refusal to think and escapism is a bovine trait. IF one can't think, he can't be human. If one can't reason, he can't be human. If one deliberately avoids knowledge and escapes, he can't be human.
The knowledge has nothing to do with the secret of uniting oneself with the God. Everyone is, already; by default. God is Energy. The man who put down the laws of Conservation of Energy, was the most religious man. God can't be created or destroyed; Yes. God has existed since infinity and shall exist to eternity; Yes. God is in every object, animate or inanimate, small or big, human or bovine; Yes. Life after death exists; Yes, the energy changes its form.
Why run to jungles for these answers? I never recited any ghastly incomprehensible hymn or indulged into any illogical ritual. Yet, I could reason out the answers. Anyone can. One needs to think. Rationally, without bias. If there is a question, answer has to be. And an escapist surely can't have it.
Think. Resolve. Compute. Analyse. Decide. Build. Produce. Improve. Qualitatively and Quantitatively, both. In short, grow. Don't beg. Demand only if you can supply something in return. Nothing is free. Don't give, if you can't take. Don't loot, if you can't create.
Life is creativity, a progeny of thought. Stagnation is death. Create assets. Create resources. Make money. Each penny is a materialisation of your thought. A value of your mind. If this money is the root of all evils, I am proud to accept to be the most evil man.
If you understand even a fraction of a percentage of the aforementioned mindsports, read Atlas Shrugged. If not, then may be this urge you to: The book depicts the present of India, written in past, as a future of it, incidentally, coming true by every word of it.
The book is a must read.
A life without reason is no life. The reason can be as meagre as assurance of two square meals a day or even to run a transcontinental railroad. But there should be one. Reason is the only absolute. An absolute, that consummates with one's mind to procreate everything else, that is relative to this absolute. Success of a man's life is relative to his own definition of the success, something that he has defined as the reason or aim of his life.
The only sin - the ultimate one - is to life for no reason. The penultimate one, is to fall for the first by divorcing with the reason. Simply put, the most immoral thing is to accept mysticism over rationality.
One wise teacher of mine had once professed aphoristically, "The six eternal friends of any human are: What, when, where, who, why and how." If one strives to keep put with them, he is the happiest man. Ignorance is bliss. Knowledge is power. Mysticism can offer only the former. Reasoning, only the latter. The six intimate friends help one achieve it. The most powerful statement one can make is this: I know. If one has answers, the correct logical, sensible, unbiased, unequivocal and supported by reason, he has found the remedy to all vices. Or, the other way - the mystic escapist way - is to elude every question by pointing fingers at some unfathomable inanimate object whose existence even they can't prove.
The knowledge is the source of happiness. Reason, only way to achieve it. Mind, the only tool to use. Facts, the premise to begin with. Or, one can chose to be ignoramus, thus ignoble automatically, by being oblivious to the truth, reality and practicality.
Running away to jungles, only for the namesake of 'Search of Knowledge', deferring responsibilities of being a human is escapism. Never Sagacious. Cities, towns, metropolis are creation of man - of his conquest over nature - and no bovine, for he has the power to think. Refusal to think and escapism is a bovine trait. IF one can't think, he can't be human. If one can't reason, he can't be human. If one deliberately avoids knowledge and escapes, he can't be human.
The knowledge has nothing to do with the secret of uniting oneself with the God. Everyone is, already; by default. God is Energy. The man who put down the laws of Conservation of Energy, was the most religious man. God can't be created or destroyed; Yes. God has existed since infinity and shall exist to eternity; Yes. God is in every object, animate or inanimate, small or big, human or bovine; Yes. Life after death exists; Yes, the energy changes its form.
Why run to jungles for these answers? I never recited any ghastly incomprehensible hymn or indulged into any illogical ritual. Yet, I could reason out the answers. Anyone can. One needs to think. Rationally, without bias. If there is a question, answer has to be. And an escapist surely can't have it.
Think. Resolve. Compute. Analyse. Decide. Build. Produce. Improve. Qualitatively and Quantitatively, both. In short, grow. Don't beg. Demand only if you can supply something in return. Nothing is free. Don't give, if you can't take. Don't loot, if you can't create.
Life is creativity, a progeny of thought. Stagnation is death. Create assets. Create resources. Make money. Each penny is a materialisation of your thought. A value of your mind. If this money is the root of all evils, I am proud to accept to be the most evil man.
If you understand even a fraction of a percentage of the aforementioned mindsports, read Atlas Shrugged. If not, then may be this urge you to: The book depicts the present of India, written in past, as a future of it, incidentally, coming true by every word of it.
The book is a must read.
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