“Does the breath have any religion,” asks His Holiness Sri Sri Ravi Shankar. “Is the air we breathe around us Muslim, Christian, or Hindu?”
No, I did not make it up. That is what is reported in a recent rediff article. The questions are so profound that I found myself moved to ask such questions. Mine are modest efforts, naturally, as I am not blessed with the immense holiness of SSRS. I am sure that you can also add to the list I present here.
“Does gravitation have anger? Can suitcases be psychic?”
“What philosophy do tables subscribe to? Where do eagles magnetize metaphysics?”
“When are horses psycho-somatic? Can oceans trust tangos?”
“Are unicorns induction resistors? Do white-boards somnolent?”
“Can creative levitate? Will green furious tightness vaporize magical?”
The mind simply boggles at the inanities that flow from pseudo-intellectual fake piety. The mindless bunch of followers swoon ecstatically when they hear those meaningless sentences, their adoration reaching new heights.