I don’t want any crowds in the world
Whether they have gathered in the name of religions,
Or in the name of nationality,
Or in the name of race, it does not matter.
The crowd as such is ugly,
And the crowd has committed
The greatest crimes in the world
Because the world has no consciousness.
It is a collective unconsciousness.
Consciousness makes one an individual – a solitary pine dancing in the wind,
A solitary sunlit mountain peak in its utter glory and beauty,
A solitary lion and its tremendously beautiful roar
That goes on echoing for miles in the valleys.
Like the lion we must find our face and voice
And be not a sheep.
