This world is like a mirror, in which man sees only the reflections of his own creations.

Like a chariot of angels, this planet is our home, is bedeckted with things of beauty, fragnence and prosperity. Some unknown unseen entity has made and decorated it so tastefully like a stage in a play with a variety of gems, that each practice of it is a thing of beauty and a joy forever. Nature has an attraction of its own. Who does not feel exhilarated by witnessing of moving clouds, twinkling stars, chirping birds, carpets of velvety green grasslands and waves of rivers and sea ? Why and how does man feel unhappy because of self –generated inconviences,  perplexities and adversities, when the creator has provided so much for him ? The sun forever attainds on him with light and heat and the moon with its soothing ethereal illumination. Air remains in his service round the clock. Like a group of playful beautyful children, a variety of blooming plants are a perpetual source of pleasure to the eyes and joy to the mind. The fauna and flaura work in perfect coordination to keep the eco- system in balance for man’s advantage. What else is needed to be happy ? If in spite of these super facilities one feel’s unhappy and deprived, there appears only one explanation that the cause does not lie in the environment  but in some undesirable extraneous element, which has become lodged in concept in mind, like a particle of dust in the eye. It is the distortion in point of view which creats a ghost in the bush and shows a serpent  in a rope. Disorderliness of mind makes this beautiful garden of earth appear like a cremetery and apprehensions begin to terroise like ghost. This world is like a mirror, in which man sees only the reflections of his own creations. It may even be compared to a dome in which echoes of one’s own fears, apprehensions, hopes and aspirations are reflected  back and forth as happiness or unhapiness.