The salt parable

A young man called Sretaketu had studied the Vedas for twelve years and was rather full of himself. His father, Uddalaka, asked him a question which he was unable to answer, and then proceeded to teach him a lesson about the fundamental truth of which he was entirely ignorant. He told his son to put a piece of salt into water and report back to him the following morning When his father asked him to produce the salt, Sretaketu could not find it because it had completely dissolved. Uddalaka began to question him:
“Would you please sip it at this end? What is it like?” he said.
“Sip it in the middle. What is it like?”
“Sip it at the far end. What is it like?”
“Throw it away and then come to me.”
He did as he was told but [that did not stop the salt from] remaining the same.
[His father] said to him: “My dear child, it is true that you cannot perceive Being here, but it is equally true that it is here. This first essence–the whole universe has as its Self: That is the Real: That is the Self: that you are, Sretaketu!”

That story is included in a book called A HISTORY OF GOD.

Also as a side note check this out:



I remember a movie called “Conagher.” Katharine Ross plays a lonely widow on the prairie whose only form of expression is tying notes onto tumble weeds and watching the wind take them.
We as people have to express ourselves. Sometimes it’s in the way we dress or the color of our car, but in some way you have to tell your story. Whether anyone listens is irrelevant. Yes I know, it is nice when people agree, but we can’t be too affected by others agreements. Whether people listen or not, we must tell our story.

A word is dead
when it is said
some say.
I say it just
begins to live that day.
-Emily Dickinson
VI. A Word