Webtide

Arithmeticulous

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Sun, 01 Jul 2012 04:22:00 +0000

Is Gaudiya Really Math

One day I'll understand what two and two is for.

Joy to all beings

Sacred Subway

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 00:54:00 +0000

Puttin' Funeral Parlours out of Business

You sacreligious pig, don't mock the New York Subway, it's a sacred mafia burial ground :)

Joy to all beings

Youth

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Thu, 07 Jun 2012 03:49:00 +0000

What's Left Now?

Explain to your great-grandchildren why you didn't leave them any natural resources; nothing but a ruined economy and a huge ecological mess to clean up at their own expense, and you'll understand why the younger generation doesn't respect you.

Joy to all beings

Fester-val

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Thu, 07 Jun 2012 03:44:00 +0000

Beanz by all Meanz

We just got wind of a big baked bean festival going on in Canberra.

Joy to all beings

Now now, here here.

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Mon, 04 Jun 2012 02:33:00 +0000

Time, Place and Circumstance

There is a time and a place for everything. The time is NOW the place is HERE. Try not to overdo it.

Joy to ALL beings

Evil

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Sat, 02 Jun 2012 02:55:00 +0000

Raptors of the Debts

Don't look now but velociraptors are sneaking up on you.

It's such a cruel world!

This world is only as cruel as you make it.

Joy to ALL beings

Get Stuff

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Mon, 28 May 2012 00:49:00 +0000

Turkeys with Stuffing

Everybody likes stuff, we've all got heaps of it, but ultimately we've got to get rid of it. This 20 min video makes it clear that we are stuffing things up by stuffing stuff where we shouldn't stuff stuff.

Enough!

So now ... you know.

Joy to ALL beings

Pug-gled

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Wed, 07 Sep 2011 01:14:00 +0000

Time for Everything

To every day there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven

A time for war

A time for peace

A time to be calm

A time to freak out

A time to slowly go insane

I thought that I'd probably been a bit too sombre of late so something that has a light-hearted side might not go astray.

Nevertheless, this poor dog looks about to suffer a mental malfunction upon being presented with a stuffed toy version of himself. The face says it all.

Doggie Houston! We have a problem. Can you hear me Major Pug, can you hear, bowwwrrrrrrrrrrrrruuu!

A time for Joy to all beings

(even insane dogs)

Humble Pie

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Thu, 01 Sep 2011 20:25:00 +0000

Life at Humbling Downs

It's good to be humble

but

it's not good to have a reason to be humble

Joy to all beings

Iron Mine

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Sun, 28 Aug 2011 02:16:00 +0000

Irony and Steal

We have laws which protect the trappings of the wealthy (this might include you) which they, themselves stole from Sri Krsna, the rightful owner.

Iron and Squeal

Funnily enough, these people squeal like skewered pigs if anyone dares to steal from them.

Strange

Any wonder we call them strangers!

Joy to all beings

A Great Man

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Thu, 25 Aug 2011 10:08:00 +0000

Chief Joseph Not Speak With Forked Tongue

I absolutely adore Chief Joseph of the Nez Pierce. Joseph lived in the USA from 1840 - 1904 and fiercely defended his people's home from the onslaught of the white man. Finally, in desperation he declared, "I am tired of fighting.... from where the sun now stands, I will fight no more."

After seeing so many of his people wiped out he could see no other way.

The popular image we glean from Hollywood is that the American Indians of the wild west were violent savages that killed many a white man. Actually the reverse is closer to the truth. In fact, more Americans died in the American Civil War than in any other war the Americans fought in. They killed more of each other than the Indians ever did, and, the Indians killed very few of the white men compared to the number of Indians that the white man killed.

This is where so much sadness came to Joseph as he saw that even after the fighting had stopped, and confined to useless reservations, hardly capable of sustaining any life, that his people still died in droves from malaria and starvation.

I first heard of Chief Joseph on the album cover of a 1970s vinyl record entitled "All Good Men" by Beaver and Krause, very interesting music although certainly not everybody's cup of tea. I loved it and the more I learned of Chief Joseph, the more I loved Joseph.

Joseph, a man of true integrity and compassion, who became chief of his tribe at the age of 37, died of a broken heart at the age of 64 years, after being cheated by the lies of white men and treated as if a fool, again and again.

Joseph, a simple hearted brahminical minded individual has been quoted as saying many things but the one I love best is this:

"Our fathers gave us many laws, which they had learned from their fathers. These laws were good. They told us to treat all people as they treated us; that we should never be the first to break a bargain; that is was a disgrace to tell a lie; that we should speak only the truth; that it was a shame for one man to take another's wife or his property without paying for it."

I also love this statement which shows the purity of his heart, "The earth and myself are of one mind."

Joy to all beings

What If

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Tue, 23 Aug 2011 01:59:00 +0000

The Meaninglessness of Life

Even if your business of earning money, whether by job, enterpreneurship, sales, marketing, whatever, didn't actually succeed to the max, and you were merely marginally successful, you'd still want to be proud of your success, displaying the trappings you had amassed in an attempt to demonstrate your superiority over those around you.

Pride in oneself is currently the measuring rod of material success. Ego is sufficient motivation to realise the western dream, over and over again, in many cases.

Losing the Human Race

What if you spent your life becoming "successful", in as much as you dedicated your efforts to trying to get as rich and powerful as you could, so you could enjoy a big, fat ego by domineering over others, looking down your nose at the less fortunate of the world, paying employees as little as possible and making a financial killing out of all their hard work, so that you could live in luxury whilst they hardly got by, if at all? What if you achieved this and then you considered yourself to be a member of the elite, a superior person? A success!

Or what if you didn't have any employees of your own, perhaps only a few, but spent your life making a career as a entertainment columnist, a maritime engineer, a politician, a newspaper editor, an ear nose and throat surgeon, a marine biologist, a professional musician, sportsperson or investment advisor, a radiologist, a Microsoft Engineer, a chef, cook or dogwasher, a TV anchorman, a restranteur, a military officer, a construction worker, a petrochemicals executive, a smallgoods manufacturer, a pest exterminator, a receptionist, a bureaucrat, judge, barrister ...

What if you did this and then enjoyed the good things in life, travel, a nice home, a comfortable lifestyle, lots of consumer goods, socialising with others at very attractive venues, a nice vehicle, the best you could afford, private schools for your offspring, nice clothes, etc. What if you worked hard at your chosen enterprise to finance your lifestyle and engaged in all kinds of activities as recreation: sports, dining out, watching TV and films, gambling, BBQs with friends and neighbours, sailing your yacht, making model airplanes; I'm sure we could think of hundreds of examples.

What if you did this with your life when, actually, the true purpose of life was to dedicate oneself to the happiness of others and to work at becoming a better person by raising the level of your consciousness?

What if you were only supposed to work hard enough to gather enough resources to keep body and soul together, and spend the lion's share of your life's energy engaged in helping others to raise their standard of living, and their level of consciousness awareness?

Oh oh ... and you spent your life engaged in creating largesse for yourself.

OH SHIT!!!

Wouldn't it be really embarrasing when you came to meet your maker? Wouldn't you feel the real idiot?

Back to Bacteria

Try hard to use your superior brain to remember, because, isn't that what happened the last time you reached the end of your last human life?

Remember?

That was a long time ago, I know.

It was before you went through close to eight and a half million sub-human species whilst you earned the right to live a human life again. Try to remember, it might be important.

Joy to all beings

Biodiversity

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Mon, 22 Aug 2011 06:53:00 +0000

Who Will Save the Planet

EO Wilson would like to ... and why not?

NB This video runs for about 20 minuites, make sure you have time and bandwidth

Joy to all beings

Just Do It

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Sun, 21 Aug 2011 07:20:00 +0000

Vulneration May Follow Immediately

Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable - be honest and transparent anyway.

Mother Theresa

Joy to all beings

Banana-Rama-Nama

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Sun, 21 Aug 2011 03:32:00 +0000

Banana Fester-val

It was so good that Friday's harinama was well attended, the mood was great, and for some reason, the mood I guess, I managed to hang in for the entire duration; I even managed to rope A.Mohini didi into joining, if even for only one time around.

Bees DO Have Knees ...
that's what they Kneel on whilst Praying for Nectar :)

Nevertheless, the next Morning, Saturday 20th August was the bees knees

Here in sub-tropical northern New South Wales our little country town, which earns it's "Gross Domestic Product" from such things as tourism, a little light industry, commerce, service industries, dare I say ... Cannabis sativa?

But really, in all seriousness, Murwillumbah, although surrounded by fields of sugar cane and even a few dairies (but not like in the old days when the Norco was a BIG dairy company), it's the curved gold that grows on the steep hillsides and there are plenty of those, see picture below of the view from my office window, is where the money is, and at today's prices, little wonder.
The Parade Must Go On

Yep, you guessed it, bananas. And every year about this time we celebrate the Banana Festival with a parade on the Saturday morning.

Since the Hare Krishna devotees love to go on harinama, chanting and dancing in the streets (it doesn't matter what you wear just as long as you are there), the parade is an excellent time to engage in harinama. Even better than harinama is Ratha Yatra, which is when the devotees all work together to pull Lord Jagannatha on his cart, back to His childhood home of Vrindavana to be with His childhood sweethearts.

The Ratha cart, which is heavy, thus requiring lots of cooperation to pull it through the streets, especially when they get steep, but the devotees, energised by their devotion for their sweet Lord Krsna (who is Lord Jagannatha, one and the same), somehow find the strength to pull the cart to its destination.

I have pulled this cart on 3 occasions in Australia and once in India and every time it is just so appealing. Imagine me, totally out of commission due to bad scarring inside the heart from previous heart attacks, working really hard, pulling on a rope, with a whole host of other devotees, but still working harder than I ever imagined I could, for about an hour, often losing my breath and, opening my mouth to sing, no words actually come out. But still, pulling the rope as hard as I can. I can hardly believe that I am still alive, but apart from a sore muscle in my right arm and feeling rather tired today (Sunday), I am perfectly fine. Jagannatha is just so amazing. By the way, did I tell ya that Jagannatha means Lord of the Universe. You better believe it, kiddo.

Beauty is as Beauty Does

You have got to try this, the feeling is ectastic. Happy faces were everywhere. If you ever get the chance, join in and help pull Jagannatha's Ratha cart. (Ratha actually means chariot so the word cart is superflous, but we'll leave it there for those who don't know the lingo).

And lots of familiar faces made the day even more enjoyable. Here we are with ISKCON and the Gaudiya Matha all cooperating together to make a momentous event, the Jagannatha Ratha Yatra complete with supporting banana festival street parade.

If you've never been this happy
then now's the time to try Jagannatha's Ratha Yatra

Joy to all beings ... today, instead of the usual "tkd" signature I am posting an image (mugshot) of moi (yours truly), taken by my lanky friend and associate Madhava, because he noticed that the art deco lights at Premananda's cafe at Maha's cinema reflecting in my sunglasses, looked ever so much like Jagannatha's eyes.
Cooo-el.

In Two Minds

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 06:10:00 +0000

What's NOT to Like

I rather like to read what people write on their blogs. Some people actually are people, I mean they are not simply consumers who themselves are consumed by their lives, beliefs, desires, associates, creativity, whatever.

Cooperation

I found my way to this beautiful blog from this beautiful blog after reading from my friend Glynis's blog, a lovely lady with whom I once collaborated from one side of the Earth to the other, to build a website. It was fun, but like so many things we do, it came to precious little, but it shows that cooperation can work if we want it to work.

So Much to Like
There must be billions of wonderful people in this world. Wow!

It's a few rotten apples give the rest a bad name. Maybe I am just a little bit down after listening to a reading of Captain Brian Steadle's The Devil Came on Horseback, an observers account of the genocide in Darfur, topped up by Wikipedia-ing the war in Kosovo. I could go on but I don't think most people really think much about genocide. A realisation that Captain Brian Steadle also came to.

Did you know: Daniel Goldhagen points out that twice as many people have died as a result of genocide since the start of the 20th century than have died as a result of wars during the same time period. It's a bigger problem than you might think.

Joy to all beings :(

Harinama

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Tue, 16 Aug 2011 03:30:00 +0000

Harinama eva kevalam

Tired of being alone? Come and join Sri Sri Radha Krsna on harinama

More fun than a barrel of monks

Joy to all beings

Poetic Sadness

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Sun, 07 Aug 2011 11:03:00 +0000

Teardrops in our Teacups

I really loved it when I heard Charles Bukowski say that fish cry all the time and all the water of the world is their tears.

That's really sad when you think about it, but I have a harder than hard heart and I wasn't impressed by the sad fish crying. I found that I was happy to hear Charles Bukowski speak such beautiful poetry.

Any wonder I am stuck here in this world with the sad fish.

Wouldn't it be so good if we could cry for the fish.

Joy to all beings ... especially the sad fish

Paradise Pie

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Sat, 06 Aug 2011 06:24:00 +0000

Oh How We Played

The earliest things that I can remember must've been from when I was very, very young since I recall suckling from my mother. Although I euphemistically refer to this as a memory, perhaps the word impression would render a better description since it is a rather hazy, indistinct collection of floating, visual imagery and incoherent emotions coupled with a feeling somewhat akin to wonder.

Events I can remember from later, form a veritable sketch-book of my early surroundings, the depth of a sapphire sky, an enormous shady camphor laurel by the nether land of our lush front pasture, the exquisite songbirds as they playfully twittered from branch to branch, silver grey sheets of torrential rain flooding midsummer, and joy that brimmed our young hearts as we played together amidst surroundings that were at once astonishingly beautiful and, because of our youth, nervously tinged with some vague non-descript menace.

Daily we friends played together, forming loving bonds deeper than the waters of our sparkling creek which flowed serenely through the days as it entwined it's lazy motion with the fabric of our very lives. Our bonds were the bonds of belonging to the profundity of each shared unfolding experience, we explored, we discovered, proudly displaying our findings to each other; a group of youthful conspiritors, combatants against the mediocrity of the unknown, each seeking to outdo the others in our quest to experience the depths of richness in a world of imagination, exhuberance, frolic, of caring for each other, and of being ourselves to the fullest of our potential. The long days opened their gracious hearts to us whilst we, quaffing the ambrosial nectar of our carefree lives, formed a partnership with joy that would rival the heavens above.

One morning, one beautiful autumn morning, exciting the senses with its outrageous rustic cacophony of sounds, aromas, and colours, we were ushered into a vehicle that would propel us via a quantum leap towards the world of a different experience. The vehicle was crowded, alternately unbearably hot as we drove through blinding sunlight, cool to cold when our vehicle was in shade. The smell of the exhaust fumes was nausiating, the crush of bodies simultaneously reassuring and uncomfortable, unleashing wild thoughts that threatened at the doors of my normally peaceful, idyllic existence.

After what seemed a minor eternity, our destination arrived before us. Disembarking the vehicle, waiting, milling about aimlessy, disturbed, excited, bewildered, apprehensive. Eyes soaking up the strangeness of our surrounds, ears, the unfamiliarity of alien sounds.

Then, all at once, forced into an enclosure. I felt the fear of my friends combine with my own to form a frantic desire to flee, anywhere, anyhow. Hemmed in, nowhere to run. Sounds growing louder, sharp echoing erruptions of frightful pain spat into my terrified ears, my chest heaved ferociously as my pounding heart cried tears of blood, insane adrenaline pumping outrageously through my veins. At last, I could see what was happening. A dear friend, one with whom I had shared my short precious life was forced into a high walled corridor. I watched in bitter horror as our captor levelled his weapon against my young hapless friend's brain.

Engulfed by an ocean of seething anger, icy cold with fear, confused, hundreds of thoughts and emotions cramming themselves into my overloaded skull, all within the space of a mere second. I understood all too clearly that I was to be next. Sharp pain biting at my lower back and rear end, an electric prodder forcing me involuntarily forward into the blood-stained killing chamber still reeking from the death of my dear friend, a shrieking nightmare chamber of such wretched hoplessness and terror that all the pity of all existence could never erase its memory.

Nothing can save me now. I cry my last good-bye. I, a nameless calf, I die now, a faceless victim of the slaughterhouse, cruelly plucked from life even before my prime.

If you can read this, please put an end to this barbary; end this unnecessary systematic commercial genocide, this epic holocaust. Put an end to this violent rape of the sacred jewel of our youth.

I petition you to please help us.

Joy to ALL beings

Vegetarian recipes

or Google Vegetarian recipes.

Please send a link to this post to everyone you know that eats
http://webtide.blogspot.com/2011/08/paradise-pie.html

Discrimination

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Sat, 06 Aug 2011 05:20:00 +0000

The One True Way - The Milky Way

We should learn to discriminate right from wrong

Go on now, admit your prejudice.

Admit it, people from Andromeda are inferior to we people from the
Milky Way

Long Live the Milky Way, Hooray, Hooray

The way I see things is, if we are going to think that we are superior, in any way, to any other person(s) then why limit it to those in our immediate "neck of the woods". The more we can widen our scope the more friends we can have.

Ultimately, we will widen our scope to include all children of God as being in our group, like us, and we'll discriminate against everybody else. There ISN'T anybody else, but never let the truth get in the way of a good hate session :)

Actually, I don't really get involved in social, racial, political, religious, financial, educational, personal, sexual, special, geographic, planetary, stellar, galactic, constellational, universal, or even multiversal discrimination, but it was a good opportunity to post a few nice pickies of Krishna's handiwork in space.
Good at it, isn't He?
Krishna is so-o-o-o kewl
Jaya Sri Krishna

Joy to all beings (even those from Andromeda, perish the thought)

PS Next week, wait for it ... in our "Holy-wood" gossip column

Princess Leia Loves Darth Vader

Bydees :)

Mathmagic

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Thu, 04 Aug 2011 04:31:00 +0000

eek - way - shuns

Mathematics makes your brain go numb because it's composed of NUMBers

Joy to all beings

Help Thief

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Wed, 03 Aug 2011 08:39:00 +0000

Crime DOES Pay

Wouldn't it be the perfect crime if

we all stole each other's hearts.

Joy to all beings

What's the Time Mr Wolfie?

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Fri, 29 Jul 2011 04:28:00 +0000

What time is it now?

My analogue clock stopped at 6 o'clock. People say, "Oh well, at least it's right twice a day."

That's not actually true. You see, trouble is, I don't know if it was six am or six pm when it stopped.

You wouldn't want me to be twelve hours late would you?

Joy to all beings

True Warrior

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Sun, 24 Jul 2011 02:46:00 +0000

The Lone Wolf and Cub

"For one who knows the way of the true warrior there is no rank."

I doubt that it's any secret that I occasionally, oh alright, about every week, watch a martial arts film. Whilst I am a fan of Jet Li (especially Hero) and Andy Lau (especially the IP Man collection) my greatest joy in watching martial arts movies is in watching the Japanese films that were made for Japanese people.

Of these, I really like the Zatoichi series of movies. Ichi is such a lovable "rogue". A kind hearted blind swordsman who is addicted to gambling (and he is a good cheat too).

However, the best of the best are the seven movie set of Lone Wolf and Cub, the continuing stories of a very respectable samaurai turned ronin due to circumstances beyond his own control.

Itto Ogami roams the country pushing his very young son Daigoro in a baby cart.

For those who are unaware of the samaurai code of behavior let me inform you that to be a samaurai is not simply to be a bold and ruthless warrior. Although sometimes portrayed as a swashbuckling hero, undoubtedly to attract sales at the box office, samaurais are actually more like policemen. Bravehearted, skilful individuals who are ready and willing to lay down their lives at any moment, in a time and place where law and order were often non-existant.

A samaurai who loses his life protecting the innocents, often people whom he has never met previously, is a samaurai who lives and dies for others. In a land where poverty is so common that a bowl of rice can be considered a little luxury, dacoits, thieves and the exploitation of stand-over tactics were an omni-present threat to smallholder farmers and merchants, alike.

To forgo the small comforts of life in such an harsh environment, risking one's life on a daily basis, for the safety and comfort of complete strangers, was considered to be a great honour, yet many a samaurai slept in the rain whilst those whom he protected had a roof over their head.

Many samaurai opted to work for the local lord of the feif, they were looked after by their Lord, but due to rivalry amongst clans there was often violent conflict. A samaurai might occasionally find himself without a master, without a home. Such wandering samaurai were called ronin, and they still did their best to protect the innocent although it was not too uncommon to accept temporary, short-term, freelance, mercinary employment if the offer became available.

Thus, samaurai, especially ronin, and even more especially "demons" who, masterless and often in defiance of corrupt Lords, lived each moment on the brink of death, never more than a few footsteps away from hell or heaven. Thus, these true warriors lived a precarious existence, maintained only by their swordsmanship and wits, and all for the benefit of others.

Thus the statement quoted below from the lips of Itto Ogami has much more meaning than first meets the eye. Axiomatically, all these warriors are equal by way of their bravery and heroism, in accepting life and, especially death, in fearless dignity.

"For one who knows the way of the true warrior there is no rank."

Itto Ogami
Lone Wolf and Cub

Joy to all beings

RandomSchmandom

noreply@blogger.com (tarunkrsnadas) — Thu, 21 Jul 2011 08:06:00 +0000

Well, Here We Are

The Randomisation of Infinite Complexity is Absurdity to the Nth Degree
You find yourself in this life. How did you get here? Random event or according to a plan? Whatever speculations you may have regarding your own origin, the fact remains: you don't know.

Consider for a moment the ramifications of this unenviable situation. What is the probability that this magnificent universe is a random event? Despite what SOME scientists imagine, the probability that this bewilderingly complex existence is of random origin is so infintessimally tiny that for all intents and purposes, it simply couldn't be a random event.

Things You May Not Know
Consider also, if this universe exists, and you and I exist, then other things of which we have no knowledge may also exist.

If a supreme creator can create this universe and all the diversity within it, then this creator must personally contain all the beauty that exists within His creation. He wouldn't be able to create things that he had never imagined.

What the Devil?
So, why are you suffering? Why is there evil in this creation? The fact that this evil exists means that the creator must also have the ability to do evil things. A noble creator capable of creating us and this amazing environment of trees and flowers with exquisite fragrances, of star clusters in technicolour galaxies, and sunsets over wide windswept oceans, must Himself eshew His ability for evil, in lieu of being friendly and favourable to the beings He creates.

If He didn't want us to be happy, we would not only suffer sometimes but all the time and intensely so.

I Rabid
Thus it makes sense that wars, famines, murder, exploitation, domination and cruelty are our inventions, and the suffering that ensues from these evil activities is our just reward. At some stage, somewhere, somehow, we have earned both our happiness and our suffering.

It would appear then, to the thinking being that life is a training ground, a school, a theatre of experiences wherein we can arrive at similar conclusions to those of our creator and accordingly live our lives in such a way that they are filled with beauty; with kindness, with friendship, generosity and empathy for others.

Thus, according to the appreciation of our creator, surely we would find ourselves surrounded by a society who's mentality is of a similar mood to ours.

A Purposeful Direction
Armed with this understanding we can begin to persue the purpose of our lives. We can understand that since our benign God has created us, then we must share at least some of His attributes.

Wanting to be kind to others and have others be kind to us is a commonplace yearning. We all care for our friends and we feel distressed when others create conflict for us. We don't seek conflict unless we are maddened by anger, distorted by envy, tortured by hatred, controlled by fear, or our intelligence usurped by lusty greed.

These evil vices are to be abandoned by the intelligent person who wishes happiness for himself and for others. Let kindness become our new paradigm, accepting violence and harshness only as methods of last resort, and if our creator Himself is moved to acts of kindness, then surely a humble prayer requesting forgiveness for our mistakes and assistance in finding our way forward toward our true nature would not go in vain.

Pure Purpose Proposed
And would He not reveal to those who seek Him, various scriptures detailing the path to happiness according to the different beings' ability to understand and to follow? Scriptures that would only be attractive to and understood by one whose purity of intent matched the express outcome of following said scriptures.

And, being of His creation, would we not find that His way of life is inately relevant and wholesomely attractive to our hearts and souls?

Would we not experience His amazing grace first hand? His kind hearted, generous reciprocation to our fumbling efforts to re-invent ourselves according to His instructions. Would we not accellerate way past faith, into the realm of actual knowledge of the existence of, and of the very nature of God? Our souls, nurtured and nourished by His love, would we not be brimming over with gratitude and joy? Of course we would!

Let 'er Rip, 'tater Chip
Let fear vanish as we take shelter of the kindness our our well-wishing friend and creator, and boldly stride forward towards our goal, our hearts filled with compassion for others less fortunate than ourselves, overflowing with respect for all beings, especially those who, by their own acts of compassion and kindness, have attracted the mercy of our loving friend, dear Lord and creator.

Joy to all beings