You May Repeat The Most Marvelous Poems.

Surely Education Has No Meaning Unless It Helps You Understand The Vast Experience Of Life With All Its Subtleties, With Its Extraordinary Beauty, Its Sorrows And Joys. You May Earn Degrees, You May Have A Series Of Letters After Your Name And Land A Good Job, But Then What? What Is The Point Of It All If In The Process Your Mind Becomes Dull, Weary, Stupid?

How Can One Be Compassionate If You Belong To Any Religion, Follow Any Guru, Believe In Something, Believe In Your Scriptures, And So On, Attached To A Conclusion? When You Accept Your Guru, You Have Come To A Conclusion, Or When You Strongly Believe In God Or In A Saviour, This Or That, Can There Be Compassion? You May Do Social Work, Help The Poor Out Of Pity, Out Of Sympathy, Out Of Charity, But Is All That Love And Compassion?

Do You Know That Even When You Look At A Tree And Say, `that Is An Oak Tree', Or `that Is A Banyan Tree', The Naming Of The Tree, Which Is Botanical Knowledge, Has So Conditioned Your Mind That The Word Comes Between You And Actually Seeing The Tree? To Come In Contact With The Tree You Have To Put Your Hand On It And The Word Will Not Help You To Touch It.

The Purpose Of Having The Title 'world-teacher' Is To Acknowledge, To Show, The Condition Of Mind And Heart When You Have Achieved. It Is Like Saying: 'i Have Painted A Picture'. It Is Like Saying: 'i Have Written A Poem'. It Is An Assertion Of The Fact Of Attainment, Rather Than The Narrow Understanding That Is Given To Labels And Phrases. What The Phrase Indicates Is Of Importance.

Seeing, Observing, Listening, These Are The Greatest Acts