Whispers

One morning I saw a little child O playing with the spinning top.

- Dada J. P. Vaswani

The top turned round and round and round for a brief while, then dropped down like one dead. And I said to myself, “Is not the life of a man like a spinning top?” So much of what we call “activity” and “work” is but a meaningless turning—going round and round and leading nowhere. So there is restlessness around us, in the lives of individuals and nations. And, after years of strenuous activity, there suddenly drops, as a bolt from the blue, the summons of death when, with tears in their eyes and fears in their hearts, so many depart to unknown regions beyond. So let me arise and, withou