Waking Life

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me that I can no longer call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even a pure Soul. Love has befriended me so completely it has turned to ash and freed me of every concept and image my mind has ever known.

Hafez

Makkay gayaan, gal mukdee naheen Pawain sow sow jummay parrh aaeey Ganga gayaan, gal mukdee naheen Pawain sow sow gotay khaeeay Gaya gayaan gal mukdee naheen Pawain sow sow pand parrhaeeay Bulleh Shah gal taeeyon mukdee Jadon May nu dillon gawaeeay

- Bulle Shah

Few human creatures would consent to be changed into any of the lower animals for a promise of the fullest allowance of a beast’s pleasures; no intelligent human being would consent to be a fool, no instructed person would be an ignoramus, no person of feeling and conscience would be selfish and base, even though they should be persuaded that the fool, the dunce, or the rascal is better satisfied with his lot than they are with theirs.

J.S. Mill

A Perch of Birds

Hector Giacomelli ca. 1880

Jhooth N Bol Paanddae

ਸਾਹਾ ਗਣਹਿ ਨ ਕਰਹਿ ਬੀਚਾਰੁ ॥ Saahaa Ganehi N Karehi Beechaar ||

ਸਾਹੇ ਊਪਰਿ ਏਕੰਕਾਰੁ ॥ Saahae Oopar Eaekankaar ||

ਜਿਸੁ ਗੁਰੁ ਮਿਲੈ ਸੋਈ ਬਿਧਿ ਜਾਣੈ ॥ Jis Gur Milai Soee Bidhh Jaanai ||

ਗੁਰਮਤਿ ਹੋਇ ਤ ਹੁਕਮੁ ਪਛਾਣੈ ॥੧॥ Guramath Hoe Th Hukam Pashhaanai ||1||

ਝੂਠੁ ਨ ਬੋਲਿ ਪਾਡੇ ਸਚੁ ਕਹੀਐ ॥ Jhooth N Bol Paanddae Sach Keheeai ||

ਹਉਮੈ ਜਾਇ ਸਬਦਿ ਘਰੁ ਲਹੀਐ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥ Houmai Jaae Sabadh Ghar Leheeai ||1|| Rehaao ||

ਗਣਿ ਗਣਿ ਜੋਤਕੁ ਕਾਂਡੀ ਕੀਨੀ ॥ Gan Gan Jothak Kaanddee Keenee ||

ਪੜੈ ਸੁਣਾਵੈ ਤਤੁ ਨ ਚੀਨੀ ॥ Parrai Sunaavai Thath N Cheenee ||

ਸਭਸੈ ਊਪਰਿ ਗੁਰ ਸਬਦੁ ਬੀਚਾਰੁ ॥ Sabhasai Oopar Gur Sabadh Beechaar ||

ਹੋਰ ਕਥਨੀ ਬਦਉ ਨ ਸਗਲੀ ਛਾਰੁ ॥੨॥ Hor Kathhanee Badho N Sagalee Shhaar ||2||

- SGGS A904P10

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One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from one to ten. I've been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once when I couldn't catch my breath and it felt like my chest was on fire… the nurse asked meto rate the pain. Though I couldn't speak, I held up nine fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter."You know how I know?" she said. "You called a ten a nine." But that wasn't the truth. I didn't call it a nine because I was brave. The reason I called it a nine was because I was saving my ten. And this was it. This was the great and terrible ten.

-- Hazel (The Fault in Our Stars)