Which is worth more, a crowd of thousands,
or your own genuine solitude?

Feel me the feeling you feeling down
Tell me the words you hearing in sound
Express me the expression you found in bound
Move me the movement you moving around

If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
The know not well the subtle ways,
I keep, and pass, and turn again.

Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
and one to me are shame and fame.

Chapter I

Janaka:

1 How is knowledge to be acquired? How is liberation to be attained? And how is dispassion to be reached? Tell me this, sir.

One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live.

They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from the trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”
“It was great, Dad”.

“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.

“Oh yes”, said the son.
“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.

वास्तबिकतामा काहानी लेख्दै छु,
केहि यादका त केहि परिकल्पना लेख्दै छु,
केहि वर्तमान त अतितका क्षण लेख्दै छु,
लेख्दै छु तर के? मेरो जिन्दगी लेख्दै छु,

”At such a moment it is not the physical pain which hurts the most (and this applies to adults as much as to punished children); it is the mental agony caused by the injustice, the unreasonableness of it all.”

Terrible as it was, Viktor Frankl’s experience in Auschwitz reinforced what was already one of his key ideas.

Life is not primarily a quest for pleasure, as Freud believed, or a quest for power, as Alfred Adler taught, but a quest for meaning.