Quote by Katha Upanishad

The self-existent Lord pierced the senses to turn outward. Thus we look to the world outside and see not the Self within us. A sage withdrew his senses from the world of change and, seeking immortality, looked within and beheld the deathless self.


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Summary

This quote suggests that the divine forces have compelled humans to be focused on the external world rather than turning inward to discover the true self. It emphasizes that people tend to overlook the eternal essence within themselves by being preoccupied with the changing world. However, a wise person, motivated by the pursuit of immortality, redirects their attention inward by withdrawing their senses from the distractions of the external world. By doing so, they gain the ability to perceive and connect with their immortal and everlasting self.

By Katha Upanishad
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