Your Cup of Milk Matters
In the 16th century, the Mogul Emperor of India, Akbar, ordered the construction in his royal gardens of a vast marble pond for his recently acquired rare white Himalayan swans. Akbar wished to inaugurate their entry into his new pond by filling it with a sea of milk. A proclamation was read throughout the capital inviting each citizen to come to the royal gardens during the hours of darkness and pour one cup of milk into the new pond before departing.
The next morning Akbar awoke to a pond filled with water.
No one in his court could or dared explain why this had happened except Birbal, Akbar’s giggling court jester. “The problem, Great Lord, is that you don’t understand human nature,” said Birbal, adding, “May I suggest that in order to find out what happened, you command your guards to go into the capital and collar a cross-section of citizens from every caste and station. I promise you that all of them, be they high or lowly born, will essentially give you the same excuse.”
When Akbar questioned each citizen separately, every one whether they were prince or pauper said essentially the following: “It was so dark and there were so many people pouring their milk into that vast pond. And milk is so expensive! I thought my little cup of water would make no difference.”
Exhortation of Isis
You are She in the dust of whose feet is the hosts of Heaven,
Whose body encircles the Universe,
Who turns the Earth in its orb,
Who gives light to the Sun,
Who rules the World.
You tread death underfoot.
To Thee, the stars are responsive,
To Thee the seasons turn and the Gods rejoice
And the elements are in subjugation.
You are She that is the natural Mother of all things,
Mistress and governor of all elements,
The initial progeny of worlds,
Chief of Divine powers,
Queen of Heaven,
Principle of all the Gods celestial and the light of Goddesses.
At Your will are disposed the planets of the air,
The wholesome winds of the seas
And the silences of the unseen world.
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