As a cloud hurried by the winds across the valley so is man wherever he be, hurried along through life. Man has no fixed purpose, man has no understanding of the meaning of life, but is as the clouds that have no resting place, that are chased from valley to valley, that have no quietude, no tranquillity, no peace. Man has no goal. He is blind to the purpose of life and there is chaos and disintegration in him and hence in the world.
- Krishnamurti
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