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Chapter 2 · Verse 16
🪈 Krishna speaks
Gond-style painting of Krishna stepping down from the chariot and drawing a line in the sand, teaching Arjuna the difference between the real and the unreal.

नासतो विद्यते भावो नाभावो विद्यते सतः। उभयोरपि दृष्टोऽन्तस्त्वनयोस्तत्त्वदर्शिभिः॥

nāsato vidyate bhāvo nābhāvo vidyate sataḥ | ubhayorapi dṛṣṭo'ntastvanayostattvadarśibhiḥ ||

Word by Word 13 words
na not

not, no

असतः
a not sat being, truth, from as — to be

of the unreal, of the non-existent

विद्यते
vid to find, to exist

there is, there exists

भावः
bhū to be, to become

existence, being

अभावः
a not bhū to be, to become

non-existence, cessation

सतः
sat being, truth, from as — to be

of the real, of the existent

उभयोः
ubha both

of both

अपि
api also, even

also, even

दृष्टः
dṛś to see

has been seen, has been perceived

अन्तः
anta end, conclusion

the conclusion, the truth

तु
tu but, indeed

but, indeed

अनयोः
idam of these two

of these two

तत्त्वदर्शिभिः
tattva truth, essence darśin seer, from dṛś — to see

by the seers of truth

The unreal has no existence; the real never ceases to be. The truth about both has been perceived by the seers of truth.

कथा

The Line in the Sand

An original story

stepped down from the chariot.

watched, surprised. In the middle of a conversation about the nature of existence, his charioteer had simply climbed down, walked a few paces forward to a patch of bare earth between the chariot wheels, and crouched.

With one finger, drew a line in the dust.

"Come," he said.

leaned over the railing. The line was straight, about the length of his arm, scratched into the red earth of .

"This side," said, pointing to the left of the line, "is everything that changes. Your body. Your thoughts. The clouds. That banner over 's army. The breakfast you ate this morning. The fear in your chest right now. Every feeling, every object, every moment that begins and ends."

He pointed to the right side of the line.

"This side is the one thing that does not change. The one thing that was here before the sun rose and will be here after the sun sets. The one thing that cannot be created and cannot be destroyed — because it simply is."

"What is it?" asked.

looked up, and in the morning light his eyes were deeper than any eyes had ever seen — as though behind them lay not a mind but a sky.

"You already know," said. "You have felt it. When everything around you is spinning — grief, anger, fear, joy — there is something inside you that watches. Something that does not spin. That is the real. Everything on this side" — he swept his hand across the left — "comes and goes like waves. It appears for a while, then vanishes. The unreal can never become real. And the real — the watcher, the witness — can never become unreal."

A gust of wind blew across the plain, erasing the line in the dust. stood up.

"See?" he said softly. "The line is gone. But what the line pointed to — that has not moved."

stared at the smooth, unmarked earth where the line had been. Something in his mind shifted, the way a heavy door swings on its hinge when you push it just hard enough. The line was gone. The truth it carried was not.

He was beginning to understand.

चिन्तनम्

What is something in your life that keeps changing — and what is something about you that has stayed the same no matter what happens around you?