Accept my gratitude, dear God. Now that I have reached my true home, I realize why you didn’t let me build the homes I tried to build on the path itself.

The game of life turns ugly when the player loses faith in the supreme umpire and starts doing umpiring.

If you seek relief, you will go to people and books that massage your ego, fondle your beliefs, glorify your wounds and strengthen your prejudices. If you seek the truth, you will walk on a burning path which will melt you drop by drop.

In some moments of utter silence and aloneness, you must have looked right into the eyes of God. Then you looked away in fear and came back to noise. Because once the eyes of God pull you in, you can't come out.

You say you're madly in love with me. Yes, I can see the madness but no love. You don't love me. You're madly attached to a fantasized version of me that you've created in your head. You don't talk to me. You talk to your fantasies.

Continuous rains flooded a village. It seemed that everyone will drown. A priest lived in a hill temple nearby. He was getting pleasure in this destruction. He was gleefully wishing, 'May all the sinners die.' A cloud burst on the hill. He died. Villagers remained safe. Perhaps his wish came true.

In movies, they show hero as a victim first to make his violence look heroic. Similarly, all groups that incite violence make you feel victimized first so that you can feel like a hero when you do violence.

If someone has died, don't get consoled by readymade theories of soul and rebirth. Find the truth yourself. Where do people disappear all of a sudden? Are they still there in the past? What is past? What is Time? Is there anything beyond Time? Or 'nothing'? Or God?

You are running away from the God sitting inside you. Your spirituality is also just an holy excuse to keep running away from Him.