The one thing that immediately comes to mind is Ayn Rand’s description of Hank Rearden at the beginning of Atlas Shrugged. She writes something like “He was so happy that he wanted to bless everyone he would see.” Very true, happiness and hope are contagious. That’s the reason why we need festivals – we see others who are happy, and that gives us joy.
Today, I visited the Aurobindo Ashram in Pondicherry, as is our wont every New Year’s Day. Tranquility is the one word I associate with this place. It is so calm, you can hear it if someone dropped pins accidentally. On specific days, the Ashram gives out cards with messages – usually something pulled out from the writings of Sri Aurobindo or The Mother.
Today’s message was simple and to the point. People wish each other with fancy messages and the like, but this is really the only message that matters. I’ve taken this from the website of the Aurobindo Society. You can access the full message here.
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