On the nature of doubts

Till there is a mind, there will be doubts. For the mind is unreal, it is an illusion, a mirage. The world that we perceive in our minds, is created by the mind – and therefore unreal. So, when we try to analyse the world to any great depth, we run into absurdities that hard to manage. The absolute-ness of time, of matter, of energy, of the divine purpose have all been convincingly questioned. But there is a self-effulgent truth in whose light shines the sun, and when we reach there, all doubts vanish, all sorrows die, of All we become aware, and supremely blissful.