Well if there was ever a sign to read the Vedas then that was surely it. I must get a copy if the Bhagavad Gita. Long has this been on a distant reading list in my mind and I keep putting it off for this reason; I didn’t think I’d like it. Yet it has influenced so many people I follow, or read, or admire in a way, so I can’t ignore that original text anymore. Last year it was the Stoics every day. Epictetus, Marcus Aurelius, Seneca, made up the mornings and evening of 2022, hereafter known as the year of the Stoic.
HDT calls the Bhagavad stupendous and cosmogonal which makes our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial. Wow! The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges. Maybe my head is a bit in space at the moment, deep space. I am not interested in looking down upon earth from the moon, but from nebula, galaxies, light years away, the golden green glow of a new born star, the deadly deep dark of a dying one. Places we can never know, only imagine and theorise as we collect our water next to the seer of the Brahmin and fellow reader of the Vedas.