and I remembered a parable,
when our chat took a philosophical twist?
a child was playing with clay,
he started creating images out of clay,
he made earth, moon, stars, planets,
he created fish, animals, water,
and soon he created men,
they all came to life,
in the imagination of child.
soon, men created civilizations,
fought with each other,
the imagination went wild,
there were wars,
people segregated under the names,
of nations, religion, caste, race,
soon the child got bored of the game,
crushed the images back into clay,
and went away…
I think J.Krishnamurhty told this parable
much much better way.