Once you wake up to a better knitted reality, “life” becomes maya, an illusion.

People arguing over if the earth has it’s own organic life or not is like twins on a womb arguing their mother has a life or not.

सायद बगेको चिजले स्थुललाई बोलाउछ । भन्छ, यो बगिजाने चोलामा त मात्रै किन अड्किन्छस ? आइज म तलाई अस्तित्वको अन्तसम्म पुर्याउछु ।