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Visvavictor: Kanima Akiyor Kainat

Book by Abhijit Naskar · 50 quotes · Humanism, Advaita, Inclusion

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“Sieg Heil and the rest (Sonnet 1162) Some shout Sieg Heil, Some shout Jai Hind. Some Star Spangled Banner, Others God save the fiend. Only the language differs, Jungliness remains the same. Even in an integrating world, Some maintain the habits lame. Once upon a time, they might have had some value. Today they are just anachronism, Kept alive by apes without clue. If you are still enraged, how dare I compare Sieg Heil with the rest! Study the history unvarnished - behind every tribal salute you'll find a holocaust equivalent.”

“Primer Idioma (El Soneto) El español es mi segundo idioma, Mi primer idioma es el amor. La neurociencia es mi segundo sentido, Mi primer sentido es el amor. La teología es mi segunda fe, Mi primera fe es interreligiosa. La filosofía es mi segunda naturaleza, Mi primera naturaleza es amabilidad. Lo analógico es mi segunda pasión, Mi primera pasión es el diálogo. La ley es mi segunda tarea, Mi primera, es humanizar el mundo. Todas etiquetas son segundas etiquetas, Nuestra etiqueta nativa es humano. Toda tradición es segunda tradición, La tradición nativa de la tierra es la compasión.”

“Första Språket (Sonetten) Svenska är mitt andra språk, Mitt första språk är kärlek. Neurovetenskap är mitt andra sinne, Mitt första sinne är kärlek. Teologi är min andra tro, Min första tro är interreligiösa. Filosofi är min andra natur, Min första natur är att assimilera. Alla identiteter är andra identiteter, Vår ursprungliga identitet är mänskligheten. All tradition är en andra tradition, Vår första tradition är att sammanföra världen.”

“The Vatican has been sending out missionaries across the world not to help the poor, but to convert the poor, in exchange for charity. In this respect, empirically speaking, the only religion that has been practicing the tradition of actual selfless service religiously, is Sikhism. Till this day Sikh langars or soup-kitchens across the world feed millions of people regularly, no matter their status, faith or ethnicity, without asking for anything in return. Religious charity in exchange for religious conversion is the most sacrilegious act of all. In the end, it has nothing to do with religion, and everything to do with service. Either serve or don't, there is no spreading the word. Spread good acts, not good news.”

“Soneto de Idiota Yo no nací latino, ¡aún así me aceptarás, como tu gente propia! Mi corazón, alma, todo roto, ¿aceptarás las piezas como precio, por un lugar pequeño en tu familia? Me cuesta hablar español, todavía hay mucho que escribo. Poesía sólo necesita un buen corazón, ni impecable gramática, ni vocabulario. Soy local porque soy responsable - Cada pueblo mi pueblo, mi humanidad insiste. Got no past no future, el idiota stands at your door, And I ask you again, ¿me tomarás como tu gente?”

“Primeira Língua (O Soneto) Português é minha segunda língua, Minha primeira língua é o amor. A neurociência é o meu segundo sentido, Meu primeiro sentido é o amor. Teologia é o meu segundo de, Minha primeira fé é inter-religiosa. A filosofia é minha segunda natureza, Minha primeira natureza é a gentileza. Analógico é minha segunda paixão, Minha primeira paixão é o diálogo. A lei é minha segunda tarefa, Minha primeira, é humanizar o mundo. Todos os rótulos são segundos rótulos, Nosso rótulo nativo é humano. Toda tradição é segunda tradição, A tradição nativa da terra é a compaixão.”

“Beyond King and Crumpet (Uncoronation Sonnet) There's not one but two UKs - one is United Kingdom, where animals worship a king, another is United Kin-dom, where humans live as kin. Storm's coming! Huts and homes of the humble will thrive, while castles and palaces of thieves will crumble. Either we are explorers of equality and dignity, or we are crown worshipping animal. Putting all kings and queens to bed, Citizens must come out and work the soil. Enough chasing the parade of dead meat, March your own parade, tackling turmoil! Crown, cross and rigid constitution, Mindlessness has taken many a form. Beyond the fetish of king and crumpet, Beckon the rays of an honorable dawn.”