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The Hindu View of life

Below are some important quotes from the book  'The Hindu View of Life' By Dr S Radhakrishnan, the first President of India and a renowned scholar and philosopher 

The material of this slim book was first delivered as a series of lectures in 1926 at Oxford.


pg 4
While fixed intellectual beliefs mark off one religion from another, Hinduism sets itself no such limits. Intellect is subordinated to intuition, dogma to experience, outer experssion to inward realisation. It is an insight onto the nation of reality (darshana) and / or the experinece of reality (anubhava). 

pg7
The Hindu attitude to the Vedas is one of trust tempered by criticism, trust because the beliefs and forms which helped our fathers are likely to be of use to us also; criticism because however valuable the testimony of past ages maybe it cannot deprive the presentt age its right toinquire and sift the evidence.

pg9
Hindusim is therefore not a definite dogmatic creed, but a vast, complex, subtly unified mass of spiritual thought and realisation. Its tradition of the godward endeavour of the human spirit has been continuously enlarging through the ages.

If a tradition does not grow, it only means that its followers have become spiritually dead.
 
pg 10
Contact with the highly civilised Dravidians led to the transformation of vedism into a theistic religion

pp11-12
If  religion is experience, the question arises, what is it that is experienced? No two religious systems seem to agree in their answers to this question. .........Religious experience is not the pure nvarnished presentment of the real in itself, butis the preentment of the real already infleunced by the ideas and prepossesions of the percieving mind.






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