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“Sky is simile of a goal that beckons as well as keeps receding as you fly towards it, making it an infinite journey. The Sanskrit word for sky, "aakaasha", is even more expressive, its meaning being space as well. Matter that represents all things worldly can never fill space as all matter is permeable and is always permeated by space. So matter can neither fill, nor fulfill. Contrasted with matter, space is "nothingness" the ancient Indians' concept of God. Yet, it is made of all possible paths, "dik", the Sanskrit word for direction, being used to describe space as constituted of infinite directions. Thus the infinite paths to the infinite goal make us reach where we already are - in infinite space.”

“She loved riding her cycle in the evenings, when the breeze was cool and the humidity was less. The color of the cycle reminded her of the sky. While riding, she felt as if she were flying. She loved this feeling of flying: as if she were a bird flying in the sky. Life is so beautiful, she realized. But she could not understand why people fought wars. Why people hated one another? The birds did not hate each other; they just loved flying under the wide blue sky and above the vast green grass. She often wondered about life and the answers to life's questions. But her mind could never find answers to her questions.”

“And a soul would run by a living being, touch them softly on the shoulder or cheek, and continue on its way to heaven. The dead are never exactly seen by the living, but many people seem acutely aware of something changed around them. They speak of a chill in the air. The mates of the deceased wake from dreams and see a figure standing at the end of their bed, or in a doorway, or boarding, phantomlike, a city bus.”

“There is a lonesome field of tall grasses within which one might pass a warm dusk eve and watch the stars and fireflies bring new illumination against the periwinkle sky and amidst the faint symphony of crickets and marsh frogs. A breeze whisks over and nearly flattens the fibrous stalks, and there is a sense of renewing peace that fills the form on this eve that one might wish to carry forward into all moments thereafter—a resplendent sense of contentment. All is finally and lastingly to one’s satisfaction. And yet, right now, this notion of satisfaction seems illusory and unattainable. At these depths, it seems too like a childish game.”