He gets angry, so do you. Maybe the objects of anger are different. Maybe the intensity is different. He is lustful, so is he. Maybe the objects are different. Maybe the intensity is different. She is possessive, so is she. He is suspicious, so is he. He is ignorant, so is he. Maybe the degree is different, that’s all. Aren’t we all the same?
I go a little deeper, and I find that you and me are the same. You are me now. You are my mirror image. The differences are only peripheral. Now, how can I hate you? Hating you, then, becomes hating myself.
This article has been created by volunteers of the PrashantAdvait Foundation from transcriptions of sessions by Acharya Prashant
