Mind-work of the Most Fallen # 9

OM

On Love and Separation

Instantly I was caught up in a meditative mood (aka staring blankly into space) as I mentally pushed the pause button in the universe to assess certain feelings from the days very different from this present. It was the morning I faced the classic dilemma of whether there really is a difference between loving someone because of need, and needing someone because of love. I was readying myself for work, and as if on cue, an anxiety gripped me: will I make it even a day without the wife? She was leaving for Manila in a few days. The first time we will not be travelling as a family. The first problem would be Radha, although its actually the maid's problem, but emotionally will I be able to subdue her when she finds out that her mother has been gone for a dubious length of time? Will I be able to do the things, whatever they are, her mother does? And a few other personal and silly worries cut-off from the norms.

Our marriage hasn't been on a Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee on their first sex basis. It's more like the silence during New Year after all the fireworks had been fired. It's a phase. But this is not about that. This is about separation. Not divorce, but love in separation. That is my problem. I am the biggest crier over spilt milk. No, we are not breaking up; both of us still has a lot of ammo to spare. It's just the sadness...maybe it was the weather the day she went away...or just my plain old deppy. But it's the shock of suddenly being pincered out of the routine you're kinda fed up with before. And this is not the first time I had felt this. She wasn't the only one.

I felt my first intense sadness when I was about four or five, and it was not for a girl (although after that, it will all be about that specie) but for my brother. When my mother was still working abroad as a nurse, me and my brother were brought to the separate care of our grandparents from both sides of the family. And we only get to see each other on weekends. This day meant a lot to me as I was mostly alone in a big, gray, and rough house filled with abaca fibers and piles of sacked palay, and grown ups and rice insecticides. I even remembered a skull, a real human skull in that house. So when my brother visits, its a good day for me. Sometimes he would sleep over and we'd play all day, and I'd make him cry and we'd draw or ride in tandem in my trike, and do brotherly stuff like wrestling and farting on each other's face. Then it would be time for him to go back to my other lola, and me and my father would take him there, and we would hide or give him Coke so that we can leave--those tricks to leave very young children. I don't know, if he'd cry or not after he finds out that we're gone--i will never know perhaps. I could ask him now, but that would be awkward. But what I will always know is the feeling I'd get when I return to the big house, and see our toys and the stuff we had drawn together, the creased bed where we had wrestled, even the cement floor which is impossible to mark bears a triad of brown tracks made by our weight on the tricycle. And yes, like what Annette Benin's character did in American Beauty after finding Kevin Spacy on a table with his cranial blood, I embraced my brother's blanket, his pillow, his soiled sweaty shirt, and maybe a little moisture in the eyes.

I can't explain it. But that morning I practiced. I stared at our bed, which I will not be sleeping on for a few days (I plan to stay in my parents house with Radha), and the same feeling came. The same childhood sadness without a tinge of weakness. And it went on until the day of her trip. We said our goodbyes, and I tried to appear strong, or else she will not go. The weather was the killer, it was a Velvet Underground "Perfect Day" day. We made Radha sleep, and then she headed for the terminal. I wrote her this poem a few minutes after she left:

Kan Pagpa-Manila Mo, Agom.

Kan naghali ka, naghagad su mga bagay na sinda maanan ki maray.
Nakaduko sinda gabos, arog an nangangadying may pighahalat.
Ngonian sana itinuga kan isip na dai taka kayang wara,
na haloy, na dai ka mag-uli diyan-diyan na banggi.
Ata an sakuyang katanosan muya nang sumusog saimo,
ta ining lawas na nagpupugol saiya dai nang padumanan.
Kun pwede sanang dai na umabot an banggi— pero mas ngana
ining hapon, na ruminokrukon sa lumlom
garo mag-gadanon, nakasuklob ki itom.
Dulo pa akong dai pahangoson kan dampog
na nagsasarabod-sabod.

Pero, maabot an banggi, buda mahibi an mga burak ki hamot na makayugtuon.
Garo su ulok mo kan enot kitang nagmidbidan.
Pag-iyan ngani umagi sa sakuyang pangiturugan, diyan-diyan
baka dagos nang mautsan.
Hulyo 27, 2008. Karangahan.

Salin:
Nuong Nag-Manila Ka, Mahal

Nung umalis ka, hiningi ng mga bagay na masdan silang mabuti.
Nakayuko lahat, tulad ang nananalanging may inaantay.
Ngayon lang inamin ng isipan na hindi kita kayang wala,
na matagal, na hindi ka uuwi mamayang gabi.
Ay, ang aking katinuan, nais nang humabol saiyo,
pagkat itong katawan na pumipigil sa kanya'y wala nang papupuntahan.
Kung pwede lang na di na dumating ang gabi--ngunit higit
tong hapon, na nauupos sa lilim
wari'y agaw-buhay, nakatalukbong ng itim.
Muntik akong di pahingahin ng ulap
na nagkabuhol-buhol.
Ngunit, darating ang gabi, at iiyak ang mga bulaklak ng bango na
makabagbag damdamin.
Parang yung ngiti mo nung una tayong magkakilala.
Kung yan pa ang dadaan sa aking panaginip, mamaya
baka tuluyan nang malagutan ng hininga.

Do I love her so I need her or do I need her that's why I am loving her? Frankly I can't tell. People at this stage, speak in things, little unpoetic things. I don't want to waste my days with her with this love-need stuff. Needing is bad because it's selfish and settling, but sometimes, to accept that we need someone is the first step to selflessness. For example, surrender to God is to accept that we need Him, and only Him. It's hard to say when you are using or loving someone--but the best way to tell is, forgive the cliche, when they're gone.

Appendix. Love in Separation
In the Vedas, it is said that the highest form of love for God is Love in Separation. This was expressed by the Gopis (cow herd women) in Vrindavan when they fell in love with Krishna. While yogis meditate and do rigorous sacrifices and difficult yoga poses to see Vishnu, the Gopis, together with the people of Vrindavan, are very fortunate to be able to see the Supreme Personality of Godhead Sri Krishna and live, play, eat, and even dance with Him. The Gopis are always anxious to see and be with God, in this way their whole life is spent by dreaming of the Lord, and in so doing become perfectly God-conscious. They left their household chores and husbands to be with Him, because they always feel that they would die without seeing His beautiful face. Sometimes, Krishna or God make us feel that He is not with us, for us to yearn for Him more. To teach us to grow more in love with Him. In fact, the very reason we are here in this material world full of suffering, death, diseases, old age, heart breaks, doubt and misery and even the drowning feeling of birth is because we do not love God...but rather we love ourselves. We are free here to love ourselves to be the enjoyer of things that we don't own, and this world is made just for that--this world is paradise for our bodies...but God gives us the chance that somehow with our intelligence we will realize how lonely this place is, that after all the pleasure we get out of sex, drugs, food, and leisure, we will look for a greater purpose. That we will begin to compare ourselves with dogs, and say I am not like that. While it is only with the human body will we be able to return home, back to Godhead, it would be tragic if we live like animals...for God is like a wish tree, He can grant everything our heart desires. And so our bodies are the consequence of those desires.

Mind-work of the Most Fallen # 8

OM

On The Holy Name

If God has a name, what would it be? asked Joan Osborne in a song which was great for a while.
Perhaps before I was even born a name had already been planned for me. I was given the names Jaime and Jesus, from my father’s name and the name of the God whom he believes in. Jimple was the other name I acquired while growing up, it is easily the combination of Jim and Paul glazed with a little sugar. In school, teachers coldly called me Jaime, and classmates depending on intimacy referred to me as either Jim or Pol.


But having three to four names is nothing compared to those which usually start with Maria. Usually when these girls are learning to write they must have required two sheets of paper: one for their name and the other for the actual writing exercise. And no matter how long their names were, they or other people somehow end up giving them/themselves a new and shorter nick.
We somehow understand that the longer the name a person has, the bigger he is or his parents are. This practice may have been a few of those feudal legacies from our colonial past.


Names are usually given to describe the individual, say Lovely or Makisig. Sometimes they identify the person’s origin like Jackson, Markson, or Johnson. Maria, Christy or Peter are commonly ripped off from scripture hoping the “named” will somehow share the virtue of the name. And some parents choose the weirdest names for their children for them to develop personality by being different, Harry Balls and Zach O’Balls are examples.


Nowadays when even the standard unique names, are slowly becoming exhausted, especially if your name is the reflection of your parent’s laziness or lack of imagination, and you find a hard time signing up to internet accounts using your typical name, we tend to name ourselves with Slick, Cool, or Pasaway depending on how we see ourselves.


So as a response to Ms. Osborne’s inquiry, first, I guess if Maria Cecilia Veronica etcetera which is an insignificant speck in the universe outside Forbes Park, can have such quantity of names, it would be a drag for the Lord of the Universe to just be simply referred to as G-O-D, second, God does have a name, and if my classmate from kinder had one that resembled a line in an iambic pentameter poem, God has something like a telephone directory of names that refers to Him. We’re talking about millions, in this particular planet alone, within this universe.


And if person is named Maria Cecilia, or Slick or Ice Cold 3000, to show opulence, personality or individuality, God is called in the same manner as:


-Jehova, Yahweh, El-shadday (God of the Mountains, Almighty), Elroi (God that sees me).


-In Islam, there’s a book called, The 99 Names of Allah, which includes such Names as Ar-rahim (the Merciful), Al-Malik (The Sovereign Lord), Al-Quddus (He who is free from all error, absent-mindedness, incapability and all kinds of defect).


-From our culture we have Kagurangnan (Oldest), Maykapal (Creator) Panginuon (Lord), Bathala.


-And in Vaisnava faith, where God’s names are regularly chanted Govinda (The origin), Krishna (All attractive), Hrshikesha (Master of the senses) are few.

Mind-work of the Most Fallen # 8

OM

On Suffering

The most abundant thing in the world is suffering. People go around marketing this place as a beautiful spot (like in travelogues)--today or when the time comes(e.g. last judgement when this world will be transformed into paradise)--and exactly like in travelogues, it miserably falls short with our expectations. You only need to see a child being born, helplessly covered in goo and blood, struggling for his first breath of air--more like drowning in this new atmosphere--out of the comfortable water of his mother's womb, to realize this. We celebrate birth as if it's the happiest day for a human being, when in fact it is the opposite--it's actually the day he will start to suffer.

This may appear simple cynicism or that I am looking at the glass of water half-empty, but that's not the worse part of it. It's not even the cynicism or the negative perception about life in this world which is the matter here, it's the ignorance that we are suffering and by further twisting it as pleasure. So we throw off parties birthday after birthday as we "live" another year, which if you look through the facade of the festive spirit all that is there is death moving in (In Kurusawa's film Madadayao it's expressed as "Not yet! Not yet! Huraaah!"). Saintly persons stated that no one which is born will escape death, and the fools' reaction to this is "well then let's make the best of it and have fun". Carpe Diem is a phrase mentioned a lot whenever topics like these are brought up. Seize the day. And it is a sound advice. Live as if there is no tomorrow. It will now depend on how you live it. People live their lives via different manners. Some live to jump off planes; some to cruise the waves; some to be in the 100 club others in the 10 club, and eventually to be the 1 club; some live for their pets; some for their art and music; etcetera. All in the name of feeling good. I feel good having people worship me for my art, I feel good having people worship me for my body, so on and so forth.

But this feeling of "goodness" always seem to be just like chewing gum. The mind-blowing sweetness is only during the first chew. Or in smoking, the best flavor is always in the first drag. So you chew and you chew and you puff and puff, looking for that taste. But its fleeting. You can only grab it for a time, and after that its gone again. And it's a bummer, a hassle. Why can't there be an everlasting gum? Or an orgasm multiplied to the millionth level? And this is a sound question.

But even if this fleeting nature of material pleasure is the one that gives us suffering, we never seem to stop doing it again, entering the chain of pain, over and over. It's not sadomasochism, we are not attracted to the pain, it's the opposite, we want pleasure. Our bodies are meant to suffer: birth, old age, diseases, death, all of these are the consequence of having a material body. But because we are not our bodies, it's impossible for us to stop hankering for pleasure even if our bodies are already beat. Because as spirit we are naturally full of pleasure, intelligence and bliss. And from where we come from the conditions suffered by our bodies are absent. That's why all these pain is artificial to us; that's why we are torn.

Going back to the orgasm multiplied to infinity question, it's a sound inquiry for it is possible. In other scriptures, it is said that our world, the material world is a perverted reflection of the spiritual dimension. All the pleasure here is an approximation of the pleasure in that plane. And being former residents of a place where suffering is non-existent it is but natural for us to be wracked by what we are experiencing here.

I don't agree with embracing suffering. We can only go so far as verbalizing it, and that's it. We can understand it, like why am I suffering? Why is there suffering? And that again is a very sound question, it's the beginning of enlightenment. We don't belong here, we should only be here for a while...like in a hotel, you don't give a fuss about decorating your room in a hotel, you do not furnish it with permanent stuff. You will be leaving it after a few days. Suffering shouldn't be accepted as natural, although it is natural in this material world, for we are not natural here, we aren't supposed to be here, our natural home is in the spiritual realm where there is only bliss and pleasure. Scriptures say that we aren't supposed to be suffering here in the first place. But we are here, because we wanted to be "free" with our enjoyment, we want our own scene, we don't want to be part of somebody's entourage so we are here. You weren't born in this world because God liked you to be born, no, it's becuase you wanted to be god.

The suffering in the world is actually God's mercy to us fallen souls. God reminds us with each pain we suffer of our real eternal position, and that is to be in a loving relationship with God. The world is an illusion, God made it so, for us to fully "enjoy" our desire to lord over. But in the long run we will get only pain out of this desire to sever our selves from Krishna. Because a hand that wants to enjoy by himself when severed from the body is a dead hand.

Suffering is in this world, we cannot run away from it, we cannot change it, the only thing we could do is to rekindle this loving relationship with God, and avoid being reborn in this world.

Mind-work of the Most Fallen # 7

Back in college, I used to like a lot of people, from a far. From a distance, so to speak, I obviously am ignorant about their lives, likes or dislikes or perks, etc...so to create this convincing image of them in my day-dream-drenched mind, I would dress them up with all sorts of fictional stuff. Like she might be a lonely, rich girl in a big white house in some sub-urban niegbhorbood, writing in her journal all day...and often times I would be knocking at her door, two sorrows meeting at last, all that mush or she's just plain lonely like me, and we need each other. I used to repeat that dream wherever I go, inside the classroom, in the bus, before I go to sleep, and especially when I'm scribbling stuff in my notebooks. And in that little world of a dream, a real dream of being with that dream person always seem to rise up above the little other dreamlets.

Once I really did end up being with a dream person. I celebrated it like a holiday. Fun, fun, fun, joy, joy, joy. I dove into this person, everything about this person I meticulously caressed with the voracity of a medieval scholar. And I was very good at this...but nothing is there that resembled the dream I juggled inside my head. The reality of this person is someone I don't know...and made me back off a bit. But then I surrendered myself to love. Perhaps love will make it okay, and create for me out of this new person, a new dream. But instead, I only got reality dancing in my face. Our bodies gave up but our passion was crazy. We knew nothing but to please each other. Afterwards it was just plain exhausting. And degrading. Nothing is there but the delicious feeling of doing it again, and again and again...ad infinitum. Looking back now, it's funny that we haven't really talked like real persons...for the mere meeting of our eyes, would make our clothes drop, and we are there again, like "mechanical rabbits from hell." Machines.

My dorm mates would treat me like somekinda Sexgod or something, and they all wanted to be like me, and to join in their banter I would say yeah, but at lights off I feel like shit...
The worse position, I have learned, is that where you have everything but still feel you have nothing...beat that.

I was wrong back then to falsely identify myself as the body. We all want to be happy, and pleasure is the number one thing that gives us happiness. So I feed the body with its pleasure thinking that by doing that I, the body, will be happy. But as I felt rotten as ever after all the beds I wrecked, there must be something wrong with me, perhaps I'm just dead-plain depressed, or that I am feeding myself the wrong stuff.

It's like feeding your fish with cake or chocolate. Or it's like a fish out of water...gasping feeling like shit...and you brought it to a concert...still gasping...you shot gunned it with high grade dobbie...still gasping...you brought a beautiful prostitute to sit on it...still gasping. Maybe putting it back to the sea would help. I felt like this all the time until I discovered who I am. I am not this lump of matter of bones and flesh, Aham Brhamasmi, I am spirit. And knowing who I am, I know what will make me Happy. Being minute spirits in this universe happiness for us would be to be reconnected to the Supreme Spirit in love.

Mind-work of the Most Fallen # 6

On Seeing Zeitgeist

Om

There is a belief that the spiritual can never be perceived by our material senses. For example if one opens up a body and look for the soul, he will not find it. But the existence of the soul cannot be disputed in the strength of this practical fact of dissection. For example initially radio waves are so faint that to our naked senses they practically don’t exist and only after special instruments detect them we believe in radio waves.

In the film religion was tried, in the scales of the senses, ie. archeology, anthropology, and other sciences founded upon observation and experimentation as the sole methods of proof. The film “preached” that the most popular figure of modern religion, Jesus Christ, His life and His teachings, is a rip-off from an ancient character in Egyptian myth, and “terrifyingly” similar (as how the film tried to present it) with Dionysius, Mithra, and Krishna. Mithras killed a bull to release its life force for the benefit of humanity, Dionysius had a cult of eating “flesh” and drinking of “blood”, and Krishna, according to the film had a virgin birth, and had 12 disciples, comprising some of the main arguments of the documentary. At first glance the arguments were overwhelming, makes you involuntarily nod your head in agreement, but then, you begin to look for where these facts were taken and the illusion crumbles.

Like the “Historical Jesus”, Krishna is also viewed by the science of taking down history as a mere figure in, guess where, history. In the film Zeitgeist, Jesus was not even a “figure” in History. The film-makers assert that He wasn't’t there, was never there, and the Christians have been engaging themselves in 2000 years of worshiping an imaginary friend. If the worship of Krishna would have been as immediate as the worship of Jesus, the Lord would have suffered a similar offense. Offense or no offense however, the film nonetheless presented false information about the Supreme Lord.

In the film religion was tried, in the scales of the senses, ie. archeology, anthropology, and other sciences founded upon observation and experimentation as the sole methods of proof, yet it was still unable to do it right. It failed to gather the correct information—in its own arena it can’t even absolutely claim truth. What more with the Spiritual?

A scientist-devotee once asked Bhaktivedanta Swami about the reality of evolution and the existence of dinosaurs. His Divine Grace stated that the presence or the absence of fossils, bones or dirt of a certain species does not absolutely establish the truth about dinosaurs or that we came from apes. Jesus according to the film was not recorded in any document, at the time of His supposed appearance, therefore for them it is safe to conclude that He is imaginary.

It is our natural tendency to rely on our senses, that’s why in a dark room it is the anxiety rather than the darkness which madden us.

It is illusion, of our supremacy, of our being Lord over everything, that makes us regard our senses, our minds as perfect. But it’s easy to see that they are not. First, we weren't there, and second, we have to rely, on a matter of life and death, to the accounts of those who were there or what they had left in books, stones or art. So what right do we have to approach the superior with our inferior means? We can never overcome the steepness of God. That’s why God has to come down, as a form of His mercy. That’s why all we have is a thing called faith. Faith not with the material that makes up cathedrals and mosques, but the simple faith of a child “believing” a picture presented to him by his mother telling him that, “Here is your Father”.


Without faith there is no religion. I cannot say that everything is not science, for science in its most basic form is present in everything. Religion is science, the unfortunate end is that science has not a tinge of religion. Religion in a sense of getting close to God, the ultimate X of science.

I wrote this because I am hurt, as I am not yet strong. I have to say I am still thinking like a mental speculator. My mind is restless, it’s very easy for it to believe in the non-existence, rather than in the existence of God, and His devotees, for it wants itself to be God. And that is my tragedy.

Mind-work of the Most Fallen # 5

Last night my wife left me, due to my supposed “extreme” practices. I came home from a sadhana-bhakti (devotional service) lecture to see certain things missing from our house: namely, my wife’s majority of clothes, Radha’s pet hamster, her clothes, and other things.

My “extreme” activities in this case are: quitting smoking, alcohol, TV and movies, no illicit sex, no loose association, no porn in the internet (or porn period), worshiping God’s deity everyday, chanting on japa beads fourteen rounds a day. I don’t blame her, these things really look weird to a lot of people. A lot of times, she told me that I was loosing my mind.

In a letter she left, she told me, she’s sick with my lifestyle, my spiritual life in other words. She wanted the old Jimple back.

But she didn’t know what the old Jimple was.

I was kinda expecting this to happen. A few days from last night, she set up different beds for us, a few more days from that she wasn’t on a talking basis with me, meaning she answered me with complete silence whenever I ask her or tell her something...a few more days or maybe months from that she had loosely thrown at me insults and tiger-looks. And if we regress more from this instance, beyond the time I decided to try for the second time to practice this kind of “life”, it would be hideous.

Although I have not cheated on her physically, I cheated on her repeatedly in my mind, I had associated with people whom she’ll not be very happy to find out. I was slowly being consumed by my old lusts...I don’t know how long I could hold myself back. And I was wallowing in my frustration. I want to do it just to find out how it would feel, but then I knew I won’t be happy afterwards. I’ve had my share of women, and the experience was great the few hours before, during and after the activity. “I may sleep with all the women in the world but it won’t make me happy” this thought never occurs to me though, while I’m feverish with desire. It would only come after I came and guilt settles in. I’ve had an empty and lonely life.

Sometimes I would fight the urge to watch porn and touch myself or something, but I still end up doing it. Sometimes I think that maybe don’t love my wife anymore for doing this. But this has nothing to do with love. No matter how we sugar-coat it sex is sex and lovemaking is just icing on the same stale cake. Defeat after defeat, I began losing respect with myself. I don’t know who I am anymore.

These are the things that came to me when on the phone my wife asked me to be my old self. I thought I’d rather just disappear. A life of lust and fear, that was the old Jimple. I am dragged like a mule by my senses, and it’s not okay. I look okay to people, nice job, great achievements, popular, but I felt like Lucky.

And this was not the first. When we were still an unmarried couple, she also pulled an act like this. She broke up with me the first time I practiced this lifestyle. When I took up smoking and drinking again, we were back fine.

It’s not her fault. My wife is not perfect but she’s a good person. And most of all, I love her. Though I wish everything will be easy, and she wishes everything would be smoother if I like find myself a person who can stand up with my lifestyle, I won’t buy that. She’s the only wife I’m going to have, though I won’t be too arrogant to dictate this destiny. But I don’t need to bother with another person. All I can do is pray, that my wife hopefully receive a certain mercy from Krishna, from God, that would give her vision of what I’m really trying to do. This is not some spiritual acrobatics which I am doing for my false ego’s whim. This is real. This is how I believe man should live, if he wants to sincerely develop a relationship with God. And this is what I want. I want the best thing in life. And that is God. If God is not real, then I have not lost anything— hell wouldn’t be so different than a place without God.

My wife has certain issues about my wanting to love God. She is anxious that if my heart is filled with Krishna, that it won’t have a place for her. Her thinking kinda reminded me of this popular belief that in order to love God we have to love our selves first or the extensions of our selves, namely, family, friends, neighbor. If that is true then, most people should have been God-lovers by now. No, love God first, that was what Jesus said, “my first and foremost commandment is that you love God with all your heart, with all your mind, and all your being and like unto it love others”.

Boiling it down, I look at this as a chance to surrender to God. I can’t control certain things in my life, much less my wife. This is the point where I say: Bahala ka na Krishna. I am nothing. Protect me.

Haribol!

Mind-work of the Most Fallen # 4

On Education

It is said that it is better to live like an animal than to teach nescience. For so-called teachers of this sort are described like snakes with jewels on top of their heads. They are a more efficient killer than the ordinary snake--for they are attractive.

Recently, people were subjected to unnecessary anxiety when a group of scientists inaugurated the operation of an expensive machine system called Large Hadron Collider, the world's largest and highest energy particle accelerator complex, intended to collide opposing beams of protons or lead, at very high speeds. The ultimate goal of the said machine is for the study of a certain hyphotetical particle called the Higgs boson. 10,000 scientists and engineers from over 100 countries as well as hundreds of universities and laboratories, participated in this experiment which cost billions of dollars. Is this the goal of education?

The goal of real education should be the eradication of the four sufferings in the material realm: birth, old age, disease, and death. Also, the attainment of true happiness. If someone can provide this, then he or she is eligible to teach.

What do you want to be?
During my time, we would unanimously answer "Doctor." And when asked why, we would say, "because we want to cure the sick, we want to help people..." so on and so forth. And parents would be proud, relatives would be proud, friends would be proud, for the future doctor. During my time, doctors were the big earners. They were also the big spenders: big house, fine clothes, grand piano, swimming pool, car etc. So, we all wanted to be doctors, but hospital life never crossed our minds...we were doctors in our mansion and red sports car. This is what is being taught in most of our schools. Graduate and be someone; be someone then spend a lot of money. But then doctors aren't necessarily happy. Being a doctor doesn't guarantee happiness, neither does living in a mansion or driving a sports car give us endless bliss. So this education fails, and as it teaches us false happiness, this is the education of nescience.

But it doesn't mean that because our so-called education failed to provide us happiness, that true happiness does not exist. It does exist in several symptoms, one of which is the transcendence of the four material suffering (birth, old age, disease and death). Transcending these material miseries, will quench our anxieties for our selves and our loved ones. When this anxieties are gone we will have peace...and then happiness.