Maxioms by Rabindranath Tagore
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my read more
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
In a mind all logic is like a knife blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
In a mind all logic is like a knife blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
The question why there is evil in existence is the same as why there is imperfection... But this is the read more
The question why there is evil in existence is the same as why there is imperfection... But this is the real question we ought to ask: Is this imperfection the final truth, is evil absolute and ultimate?
