a question arose long ago. what is the sense of the human existence ? who created all the souls and grants us our lives so many times ? they looked at the stars and the entire universe smiled back and said nothing.
when will be brought the knowledge to this plane ? when will we realize our divinity ? can we survive ? who turns the darkness to the light ? they looked at the stars and the entire universe smiled back and said nothing. a man received the answer :
- the thought is a doer, your soul is a part of the Great Soul, your mind is the big adventurer with wings that dreams, that brings creation into reality.
they`ve misunderstood him until today. a lot of words in a book never brought them closer to god.