Cheers!
Corrected.
A statistically insignificant anomaly of an incident where a particular person murders a child to appease a deity causes uproar within the same community he belongs to, and beyond. You don't know why, you claim?
I would've thought you'd have been capable of performing a mental process equivalent to adding 2 and 2, to arrive at the answer. Nonetheless, here's what the Gita says:
Two stamps there are marked on all living men,
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Divine and Undivine; I spake to thee
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By what marks thou shouldst know the Heavenly Man,
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Hear from me now of the Unheavenly!
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They comprehend not, the Unheavenly,
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How souls go forth from Me; nor how they come
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Back unto Me: nor is there Truth in these,
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Nor purity, nor rule of Life. “This world
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Hath not a Law, nor Order, nor a Lord,”
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So say they: “nor hath risen up by Cause
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Following on Cause, in perfect purposing,
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But is none other than a House of Lust.”
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And, this thing thinking, all those ruined ones—
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Of little wit, dark-minded—give themselves
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To evil deeds, the curses of their kind.
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Surrendered to desires insatiable,
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Full of deceitfulness, folly, and pride,
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In blindness cleaving to their errors, caught
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Into the sinful course, they trust this lie
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As it were true—this lie which leads to death—
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Finding in Pleasure all the good which is,
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And crying “Here it finisheth!”
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Ensnared
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In nooses of a hundred idle hopes,
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Slaves to their passion and their wrath, they buy
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Wealth with base deeds, to glut hot appetites;
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“Thus much, to-day,” they say, “we gained! thereby
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Such and such wish of heart shall have its fill;
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And this is ours! and th’ other shall be ours!
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To-day we slew a foe, and we will slay
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Our other enemy to-morrow! Look!
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Are we not lords? Make we not goodly cheer?
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Is not our fortune famous, brave, and great?
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Rich are we, proudly born! What other men
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Live like to us? Kill, then, for sacrifice!
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Cast largesse, and be merry!” So they speak
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Darkened by ignorance; and so they fall—
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Tossed to and fro with projects, tricked, and bound
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In net of black delusion, lost in lusts—
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Down to foul Naraka. Conceited, fond,
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Stubborn and proud, dead-drunken with the wine
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Of wealth, and reckless, all their offerings
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Have but a show of reverence, being not made
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In piety of ancient faith. Thus vowed
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To self-hood, force, insolence, feasting, wrath,
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These My blasphemers, in the forms they wear
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And in the forms they breed, my foemen are,
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Hateful and hating; cruel, evil, vile,
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Lowest and least of men, whom I cast down
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Again, and yet again, at end of lives,
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Into some devilish womb, whence—birth by birth—
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The devilish wombs re-spawn them, all beguiled;
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And, till they find and worship Me, sweet Prince!
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Tread they that Nether Road.
- Bhagavad Gita, Ch: XVI, Lines: 34-80. |
And whoso loveth Me cometh to Me.
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Whoso shall offer Me in faith and love
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A leaf, a flower, a fruit, water poured forth,
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That offering I accept, lovingly made
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With pious will. Whate’er thou doest, Prince!
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Eating or sacrificing, giving gifts,
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Praying or fasting, let it all be done
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For Me, as Mine. So shalt thou free thyself
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From Karmabandh, the chain which holdeth men
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To good and evil issue, so shalt come
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Safe unto Me—when thou art quit of flesh—
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By faith and abdication joined to Me!
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I am alike for all! I know not hate,
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I know not favor! What is made is Mine!
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But them that worship Me with love, I love;
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They are in Me, and I in them!
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- Bhagavad Gita, Ch: IX, Lines: 101-116. |