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by V. R. Gandhi, B.A., M.R.A.S. Barrister-at-Law
1. The whole Vedanta philosophy is based on the Upanishad
portion of the
Vedas. The Chhandogya Upanishad contains several
allegories, which have become the starting point of the philosophy.
There is, for example, a dialogue in the Chhandogya Upanishad
between a young student Shwetaketu and his father Uddalaka Aruni,
in which the father tries to convince the son, that with all his
theological learning, he knows nothing and then tries to lead him
on to the highest knowledge, the Tatvmai or `thou art that'. The
father said to him, "Shwetaketu, go to school, for there is
none belonging to our race, darling, who not having studied, is, as
it were, a Brahman by birth only.
He began his apprenticeship with a teacher when he was 12 years
of age. He returned home when he was 24, having then studied all
the Vedas- conceited, considering him well- read and very stern.
His father said, to him, " Shwetaketu, as you are so
conceited, considering yourself so well read and so stern, my dear,
have you asked for that instruction by which we hear what is not
audible, by which we perceive what is not perceptible, by which we
know what is unknowable." "What is that instruction,
Sir?" he asked. The father replied,” My dear, as by one clod
of clay all that is made a clay is known, the difference being only
a name arising from speech, but the truth being that all is clay;
and as, my dear, by one nugget of gold all the is made of gold is
known, the difference being only a name arising from speech, but
the truth being only a name arising from speech, but truth being
that all is gold; and, as my dear, by one pair of nail scissors all
that is made of iron is known, the difference being only a name
arising from speech, but the truth being that all is iron. Thus, my
dear, is that instruction." The son said, "Surely those
venerable men (my teachers) did not know that. For if they had
known it why should they not have told it me? Do you, Sir
therefore, tell me that."
The father said, "In the beginning, my dear, there was that
only which, is, one only without a second. Others say, in the
beginning there was that only which is not, one only without a
second; and from that which is not, that which is was born. But how
could it be thus, my dear? How could that which is be born of that
which is not? No, my dear, only that which is, was in the
beginning, one without a second. It thought, may I be many, may I
grow forth. It sent forth fire. That fire thought, may I be many,
May I grow forth. It sent forth water. Water thought, may I be
many, may I grow forth. It sent forth. It sent forth fire. That
fire thought, may I be many, may I grow forth. It sent forth water.
Water thought, may I be many, may I grow forth. It sent forth earth
(or food). Therefore whenever it rains anywhere, most food is then
produced. From water alone is eatable food produced. As the bees,
my son, make honey by collecting the juices of descant trees and
reduce the juice into one form, and these juices have no
discrimination, so that they might say, I am the juice of this tree
or that tree, in the same manner, my son, all these creatures when
they have become merged in the true (either in deep sleep or death)
know not that they are merged in the true. Whatever these creatures
are here, whether lion or a wolf or a boar or a worm or a midge or
a gnat or a mosquito, that they become again and again. Now that
which is the subtle essence, in it all that exists has its self. It
is the true. It is the self, and thou, O Shwetaketu, art it."
"Please, Sir, inform me still more", said the son.
"Be it so, my child," the father replied. "These
rivers, my son, run the eastern like the Ganges to the East, the
western like the Indus to the West. They go from sea to sea, i.e.,
the clouds lift up the water from the sea to the sky and send it
back as rain to sea. They become indeed seas. And as those rivers,
when they are in the sea, do not know, I am this or that river, in
the same manner, my son, all these creatures when they have come
back from the true know not that they have come back from the true.
Whatever these creatures are here, whether a lion or a mosquito,
that they become again and again. That which is that subtle
essence, in it all that exists has its self. It is the true. It is
the self, and thou, O Shwetaketu, art it."
"Please, Sir, inform me still more," said the son.
"Be it so, my child," the father replied. " If some
one were to strike at the root of this large tree here, it would
bleed but live. If he were to strike at its stem, it would bleed
but live. If he were to strike at its tip, it would bleed but live.
Pervaded by the living self that tree stand s firm, drinking in its
nourishment and rejoicing. But if life (the living self) leaves one
of its branches, that branch withers, if it leaves the whole tree,
the whole tree withers. In exactly the same manner, my son, know
this. This body indeed withers and dies when the living self has
left it; the living self never dies. That which is that subtle
essence, in it all that exists has its self. It is the true. It is
the self, and thou, O Shwetaketu, art it."
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