All great humans, however great, are mortals.
Tolstoy’s masterpieces were produced at a very fertile period sometime in his thirties and forties. Thereafter, it was minor pieces.
Lewis Carroll could never repeat Alice in Wonderland, though he did many other things.
Thomas Alva Edison was reduced to reenacting his discovery of the light bulb.
Was Napoleon at St. Helena as great as Napoleon at a victorious battle field in France ?
The author of frenzied Gorby-mania and the Time’s man of the decade, needs reminding now.
These are geniuses of a kind. It gradually rises to peak and then subsides.
There is another kind of genius.
Buddha lived a Buddha and died a Buddha.
Ramakrishna continued to give joy throughout his painful cancer.
The experiments with Truth of even an older Gandhi remained powerful.
One genius reaches greatness and then basks on it.
The other continues to create ripples of greatness as long as they live and the highest among them even after their physical death.
The one has grabbed creativity in a hurry and run away and exhausted themselves in a single birth pang.
The other is ever in touch with creativity and springs out inexhaustibly.
One is a flash flood.
The other is a perennial Brahmaputra .
One is the moon.
The other is the sun.
If the moon keeps its sights on sun it shines. If the stream takes its share from the river, it flows. If the mortal greats keep their steps with the immortal, they too remain at the sides of immortality.
Now, there seems to be still another kind of creative geniuses. They live unknown. Their ideas find expression in Christs and Buddhas. They are too good and too shy to be famous. They don’t go about doing good but their very thoughts, even if thought within a cave, breaks out and does immense good to the world in other names or namelessly.
They live and die unknown.
On their shoulders ride Buddhas and Christs.
These immortals smile at the tin-pot glory the great mortals put upon themselves.
They know that all great names, even that of a Christ or Buddha, pass away in time.
Beyond Time, beyond forms, they joy-ride Time winds and Form clouds.
Oh, for a glimpse of them ! To glimpse them is to become them !
Christs and Buddhas glimpsed them and tarried a bit to tell us of them !
Christs and Buddhas are suns. But the sun is just an ordinary star who chose to come near.
Star gazing or sun gazing or even moon-lighting is the birth right of the humans for we belong to the Order of the Stars.
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