“Dr. Newton,” the man stared, “who made this wonderful contraption? The planets move with utter precision, you know. Why, it’s ingenious. Who made it?” “No one,” Newton replied. “One day last week it simply appeared here.”
The wheel of reincarnation carries the soul on its journey through 8,400,000 species of life. At the top of the wheel is human life, which, if spent wisely, can liberate the soul from the bondage of birth and death.
Everywhere you look there are so many names. Names for packages, names for signposts, names for places, names for plants, names for people. Names are convenient, and maybe a little confusing.
Every summer in dozens of cities across the earth, Ratha-yatra—the Festival of the Chariots—blossoms like a multicolored lotus flower. Red, yellow, and green silk canopies tower above the chariots and sway serenely.
For the yogi his practice is most severely tested at the time of death. The Supreme Personality of Godhead says, “Anyone who quits his body, at the end of life, remembering Me, attains immediately to My nature; and there is no doubt of this.”
War is inevitable: an eye for an eye, dog eat dog, kill or be killed. Human history is a history of wars. Lust, anger and greed run amok in our minds, and for the sake of power and increased facilities for sense gratification, we become less than the animals.
The Samkirtan Party chanted with relaxed bliss, vibrating Krishna’s Holy Names as the TV crew wound around them with cables and microphone cords, straining to record the bliss of Lord Chaitanya’s movement.