His family was well governed by three gorgeous wives who religiously studied the art of pleasing him. When he was not busy amusing himself with his wives, he philosophized.
His family was well governed by three gorgeous wives who religiously studied the art of pleasing him. When he was not busy amusing himself with his wives, he philosophized. His house had charm and beauty, was well decorated, and was surrounded by colorful and fruitful gardens.
The Brahmin jolted me one day with this: I teach others, but actually I know nothing. This situation makes me feel so much humiliation and disgust with myself that life is unbearable to me.
I find myself at a point between two eternities, as our sages say, and I have no idea of what eternity means. I am made of matter, and I am able to think, yet I have never been able to find out how thought is caused.
I do not know Is my ability to think a simple faculty in me like that of walking, or digesting food? Do I think with my head, as I take with my hands? Not only is the explanation of my thinking unknown to me, but how I am able to move my body is also a great mystery.
Every day people ask me questions on all these points. I have to answer, but I have nothing worthwhile to say. I talk, talk, talk, and then I am bewildered and ashamed of myself after all that hot air. I read our ancient books, and they make the darkness even darker.
I talk with my friends. Some tell me that we should just enjoy life and laugh at mankind. Others think they know a little something, and promptly get lost in ridiculous, pompous, empty ideas.
Everything increases my feelings of doubt and misery. I am sometimes ready to fall into despair, when I think that after all my dedication and seeking I know neither where I come from, nor what I am, nor where I am going, nor what shall become of me when this life is over.
It seemed that no one was any more reasonable or honest than he. I could see that the more he came to understand, the more he came to feel, and consequently the more unhappy he was.
That same day I saw the old woman who lived near him. I asked her if she had ever been confused and upset not to know how her soul was created. She had never pondered for a single moment of her life over a single one of the points that tormented the Brahmin.
She believed with all her heart in the changing forms of the Lord Vishnu, and, provided she could occasionally have some water from the Ganges to wash in, she considered herself the happiest of all women. I was so amazed by the happiness and contentment of this impoverished creature, that I returned to my Brahmin philosopher and said to him: I questioned myself and saw that certainly I would not want to be happy on condition of being ignorant.
I put the question to some other philosophers, and they were of the same opinion. What does it really matter if you are intelligent or stupid? From this I concluded that though we greatly value happiness, we place even greater value on reason.
But yet, upon reflection, it seems that to prefer reason to happiness is to be quite insane. How can this contradiction be explained? Like all the others With the scientific reasoning, mankind understood the laws of nature, utilised it for developing tools for increasing the production and now reached to such a stage that the science and technology available to mankind at present can create plenty to satisfy the needs of all.
This is an unreasonable principle for organising the production.
This requires to be changed and the society should be re-engineered on the basis of a reasonable principle. As long as this un-reasonable organisation of production and distribution prevails, so long it appears that reason results in unhappiness and ignorance is bliss.
This is my comment on the above story of Voltaire.Dec 12, · The Story of A Good Brahmin [This is an interesting short story on philosophy written by Voltaire(), one of the great French writers. Travelling through India, I met an old gentleman of the highest caste, a Brahmin, a very wise man, witty and learned.
Said the Brahmin to me one day: "I wish I had never been born!" On my asking why, he answered: "I have been studying forty years, and that is forty years wasted. I teach others and myself am .
I read the story to find out if he is using "good Brahman" as oxymoron or stereotype. It sounded more like "is the Brahman's choice a good one?" Choosing to be unhappy for not understanding the essence of hs reality over being happy with someth. Dec 12, · The Story of A Good Brahmin [This is an interesting short story on philosophy written by Voltaire(), one of the great French writers.
Travelling through India, I met an old gentleman of the highest caste, a Brahmin, a very wise man, witty and learned. The Good Brahmin. DOES HAPPINESS RESULT FROM IGNORANCE OR FROM KNOWLEDGE?
In my travels I once happened to meet with an aged Bramin. This man had a great share of understanding and prudence, and was very learned.
Voltaire. Story of a Good Brahmin. translated by H. I. Woolf. For an introduction to Voltaire, check out one of the following: Voltaire: Author and Philosopher at LucidCafé.; The biographical sketch at Malaspina Great Books.; On my travels I met an old Brahmin, a very wise man, of marked intellect and great pfmlures.comrmore, he was rich and .