Instead
of going out into the open air at night, and looking up at the moon
and the stars in the sky, and enjoying the holy peace o Nature
why do people get cooped up in theatres and watch and applaud the
dance of these fiery figures? I never could understand this.
7. Why is man so joyless? The
poor fellow finds some sort of pleasure in these lifeless figures.
When there is no joy in life, people go in for such artificial
amusements. Once I heard drums beating in the neighborhood. I
inquired what it was for, and was told that a child has been born.
What is there so special about your
having a child that you should announce it to the world with beat of
drums? It is not childish to celebrate a child-birth with all this
dancing and singing and mirth? It is as if the world is famished of
joy. Just as in a famine people rush in a frenzy at the sight of
grain, so we, hungry for joy, make a lot of fuss when a child or a
cinema or a circus arrives.
Is this true joy? Waves of music
enter the ear and impinge on the mind; forms impinge on the mind
through the eyes. For these poor folk, all pleasure consists in
these impacts. While one man sniffs in powered tobacco, another
rolls it into a beedi and inserts it into his mouth. And when
the snuff or the smoke hits them they feel they have a cart-load of
pleasure. Their joy knows no bounds when they pick up a cigarette
end.
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