ancient_paztriot Posted January 7, 2004 Report Share Posted January 7, 2004 Hridayananda… If you're not engaged in Krsna consciousness, there's no intelligence. You can't understand things. And if you don't understand things properly, then you can't uh… you don't have clear intelligence… if you can't see the world as it really is… if you don't see things properly, you won't be peaceful. And for someone that's no peaceful, where is the question of happiness? If we're not peaceful, if our senses are so disturbed they're not peaceful, then where is the question of hapiness? The so-called material happiness… what does that mean? Just getting all excited… Just think of the word excitement… to be excited. It doesn't mean happy. It just means agitated. People say, "I'm excited!". What does it mean? It means only to be agitated in a material context. And what is that agitation? There was this great, fiery, passionate expectation, "Oh good. I finnally got a date with Waltzing Matilda." You know Waltzing Matilda? Guest: Waltzing Matilda? Hridy: Anyway… Guest: Is she related to Two-Time Suzie? (laughter) Hridy: So, that's what material happiness is: it's this excitement… this like passionate excitement which never actually works out… Because at the very end, how will matter satisfy you? Let's say you go… or I finally get to go to this place… "Oh, that's so beautiful!" Or I finally get to be with this person… I finally get this or I finally get that… or this house or that job. It's just matter. It's just atoms and molecules. And it simply cannot satisfy the soul. It doesn't matter what color the atoms and molecules are, what shape they are, how heavy or light they are… it just doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. You can take matter… The Night: Nights In White Satin - Moody Blues Nights in white satin, Never reaching the end, Letters I've written, Never meaning to send. Beauty I'd always missed With these eyes before, Just what the truth is I can't say anymore. 'Cause I love you, Yes, I love you, Oh, how, I love you. Gazing at people, Some hand in hand, Just what I'm going thru They can understand. Some try to tell me Thoughts they cannot defend, Just what you want to be You will be in the end, And I love you, Yes, I love you, Oh, how, I love you. Oh, how, I love you. Nights in white satin, Never reaching the end, Letters I've written, Never meaning to send. Beauty I'd always missed With these eyes before, Just what the truth is I can't say anymore. 'Cause I love you, Yes, I love you, Oh, how, I love you. Oh, how, I love you. 'Cause I love you, Yes, I love you, Oh, how, I love you. Oh, how, I love you. - Moody Blues Obscured By Clouds _ Pink Floyd Burning Bridges Bridges burning gladly Merging with the shadows Flickering between the lines Stolen moments floating softly on the air Born on wings of fire and climbing higher Ancient bonds are breaking Moving on and changing sides Dreaming of a new day Cast aside the other way Magic visions stirring Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes The door stands ajar The wall that once were high Beyond the gilded cage Beyond the reach of ties The moment is at hand She breaks the golden band The Gold It's In The... Come on, my friends Let's make for the hills They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills You can get your hands on whatever we find Because I'm only coming along for the ride Well, you go your way I'll go mine I don't care if we get there on time Everybody's searching for something, they say I'll get my kicks on the way Over mountains, across seas Who knows what will be waiting for me? I could sail forever to strange sounding names Faces of people and places don't change All I have to do is just close my eyes To see the seagulls wheeling on those far distant skies All I want to tell you All I want to say is count me in on the journey Don't expect me to stay Wots...Uh The Deal Heaven said the promised land Looks allright from where I stand Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in Waiting on the first step Show where the key is kept Point me down the right line because it's time To let me in from the cold Turn my land into gold Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul And I think I'm growing old Flash the readies wots...uh the deal Got to make to the next meal Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel Mile after mile Stone after stone Turn to speak but you're alone Million mile from home you're on your own So let me in from the cold Turn my land into gold Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul And I think I'm growing old Fly bright by candlelight Up out of my sight And if she prefers we will never stir again Someone said: "The promised land" And I grabbed it with both hands Now I'm the man on the inside looking out Hear me shout: "Come on in, what's the news and where you been?" Cause there's no wind left in my soul And I've grown old - Pink Floyd Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
theist Posted January 7, 2004 Report Share Posted January 7, 2004 Yeah, atoms and molecules. What a facade they make. All front and no substance. How cut off we have become. Left with only the hope and longing for real intimacy and love. Our senses really perceive no one; only the faint feeling of the presence of others. They also are locked behind their false faces and personalities. I find this all so unbearably sad. I feel so lonely like this. ---------- The Beattles from 1966 Eleanor Rigby Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear No one comes near Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there What does he care All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby, died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave No one was saved All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gHari Posted January 7, 2004 Report Share Posted January 7, 2004 For a moment there I thought the great master was singing a Moody Blues tune. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ancient_paztriot Posted January 7, 2004 Author Report Share Posted January 7, 2004 No, that was me… I may not always love God or Krsna, but I am always His servant. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gHari Posted January 7, 2004 Report Share Posted January 7, 2004 Is 'paztriot' a typo or is there some exotic meaning? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ancient_paztriot Posted January 7, 2004 Author Report Share Posted January 7, 2004 Sorry GHari, I was away for several hours. Uh, my experience of computer-savvy type people (hackers) is they use mispellings for handles and dialogue short-cuts. Paztriot was invented with this in mind. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cRimAl Posted January 7, 2004 Report Share Posted January 7, 2004 Eleanor Rigby is a cool song to play on the guitar... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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