Shyam R. Gohel (b. April 1, 1982)These are the last few things I read:"Introduction, On Reflection and Lamentation: Sublime silence surrounds me. I have walked to the top of the hill, plopped myself down to watch the world around me. I have no fear here, in this world of trees, weeds, and growing things. This is the world I was born into: a world of wild things. In it the wilderness in me speaks. I am wild. I hear my elders caution mama, telling her that she is making a mistake, letting me “run wild,” letting me run with my brother as though no gender separates us. We are making our childhood together in the Kentucky hills, experiencing the freedom that comes from living away from civilization.”“This is the miracle that occurs each time with those who truly love: the more they give, the more they possess the kind of delicious, nourishing love that gives flowers and children their strength, and that could help everyone if people would only accept it without doubt or hesitation.”“True, you have said it well. Think of this infinite universe with its millions and millions of galaxies, and think with what an infinite, incomprehensible power they are impelled, running as if to touch the Feet of the One Unknown – and how little we are. Where, then, is room on earth to allow ourselves to indulge in vileness and meanness? What should we gain here by fostering enmity and tribalism? Take my advice: set yourselves wholly to the service of others when you come home from your colleges. Believe me, far greater happiness would then be yours than if you had a treasury full of money and other valuables at your command. As you go on serving others, you will, on a parallel line, advance in the path of knowledge.”Read more about this authorRead less about this author