"Waiting for anyone is a cause for a tremendously bad life ahead. When the electricity is gone and you wait for it, that is considered as artadhyan (mournful meditation). Twenty years worth of effort gets washed away in waiting for half an hour. In such situations, you simply have to take an adjustment."
"I have always believed that women hold this world together with theirlove, passion, inspiration, hard work, vision and willingness to helpothers. Yet, increased responsibility in both our personal and professionallives – to become “superwomen” – is taking a devastating toll onour health and happiness."
Inspiration
But doesn't that make sense? That the infinite would be, indeed... Infinite? That even the most holy amongst us would only be able to see scattered pictures of the eternal picture at any given time? And that maybe if we could collect those pieces and compare them, a story about God would begin to emerge that resembles and includes everyone?