For most of us life is dull, prosaic and tepid. It’s routine, it’s mundane ordinariness is frustrating. Recently I read about a man who crossed the seas, climbed the mountains and walked across deserts and atlast found it exhilarating and thrilling when he explored the woods behind his house.

    The untrodden paths led him nowhere; it was dark and cool. The earth below was covered by dead leaves. Sun could never penetrate the tall and leafy trees. He sat down on a cluster of serpentine, thick roots protruding above the earth.

   He heard the strange voices of the birds he could not see and squirrels running up and down the trees. He sat down mesmerised and surrounded by the mystery. Peace descended on him. It was not meditation.

   It was surrender, total and absolute. No words could describe the state of his mind. Time stood still. It did not have the thrills of adventure on the sea, the deserts....