Philosopher's Story

Philosopher's Story

 A philosopher lived in that village.  

It is a fact that everyone in the village knows that he is a global thinker.  

Even when he got a great position, he threw it away as a disgrace.  

It is a word he always pronounces more like a pig wallowing in the mud than a bull to be decked and led to the altar.  

One day his wife passed away due to illness.  

Then many people came to his house to mourn and console him.  

When one came like that, the philosophical thinker was putting on a rhythm! Then he started singing! The person who was wondering if such a man could be singing rhythms without even the least bit of grief for his wife's death is asking about it with anger.  

He replied: My wife had neither life nor form before she was born.  

Then she got form and life.  

Now that image and life is gone.  

It came and went.  

Birth and death are as natural to one as spring, winter, and autumn.  

He asked how to cry for this.  

That is, everything is good for the enlightened one.

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