RIDDLE OF LIFE
Suppose you are on the top of a hill and view at a distance, shooting up from the edge of a cliff, the branches of a tree. They appear to you to be suspended and growing in the air. You wonder at the sight. You question yourself as to how a tree could grow and appear in the air without a prop to stand upon. You do not stop at that. You proceed towards the strange sight with great eagerness to solve the mystery. You approach the very brink of the cliff where the branches were seen. Now you peep down and what do you behold? You find that the branches belong to a tall tree having its root far down at the base of a deep precipice. Now your wonder has ceased. You have discovered the root of the illusive appearance and everything is clear to you. Your riddle is solved. So it is with life. For you it proves to be a perplexing riddle, so long as you have not seen the Source of it. The appearances delude you and you are asking yourself: “Where did I come from? Who am I? Whence is this universe...