Today, I am pondering the question, “What is Life?”
If we ask Adolf Hitler, what would he say? Most probably, “Let me squeeze dear life out of your guts, and you’ll know.” Something like … न रहेगा बांस, न बजेगी बांसुरी No thanks, Mr. Hitler.
I tried putting this question to a group of tiny ants crawling on the floor. They shot back, “We don’t have time for philosophy, you dummy.”
I have heard that when someone would go to Gautama the Buddha with this question, he would reply, “Stay with me for a while, and you’ll know.”
I think I’ll ponder on this a bit more—a perfect excuse for a cup of tea and a doughnut.