Kalki asked softly, “Did your own lineage ever blame you for the chaos after the war? Just like today — where everyone opens history and becomes a half-baked expert, spreading confusion instead of wisdom?”
Krishna smiled faintly.
“Yes, my child. Even my own blood, the Yadavas, forgot why dharma was restored. They remembered the arrows of Kurukshetra but not the silence that followed it — the peace that was meant to grow. When pride replaced purpose, they began to question, debate, and accuse. Knowledge without reflection is noise; remembrance without reverence is rebellion.”
He continued,
“In every age, people revisit the past not to learn, but to prove themselves right. They peel history like an onion — crying all the while, yet never tasting its essence. My lineage was no different. They thought they could analyze God’s will with human logic — forgetting that divine plans unfold beyond time’s comprehension.”
Kalki asked, “So, is it wrong to question?”
Krishna smiled again, “No. But question with seeking, not with superiority. The wise ask to understand; the ego asks to undermine. True learning doesn’t divide — it humbles. When curiosity serves compassion, knowledge becomes light. When it serves pride, it becomes smoke.”
He looked toward the horizon and said,
“In Dwapar, my own kin perished by their arrogance — mocking destiny, doubting dharma. Today, mankind risks the same — dissecting every scripture, every saint, every soul — but forgetting to live the truth within.”
And as the wind carried his words, Krishna concluded,
“History is sacred not to glorify the past, but to purify the present. When you weaponize it, you lose both.”
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