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Please do not become great

After living all my life in Bharat, the one advice I would like to give to laymen and myself is this -- please do not  become great; great philosopher, poet, writer, artist, thinker, ...
Once you become great, people vie hard with each other and everybody else to make you a god, someone who cannot be touched. You will be pushed down into the murky waters of the very beliefs you discarded, you will be idolised and worshipped even when you are an atheist or someone who always spoke against idolatry. The philosophies you propound will be dismissed by your followers. A great person will be reduced to a mere god who has to be just worshipped with incense and not followed. His ideals laugh at him sardonically, as if saying, "See what happened. You preached against something and they are pushing you down that very chute which you discarded as worthless. See, you have become a god but why, the reason is long forgotten."
I hope those reading this will recognise many such personalities who have met the same fate even after death at the hands of their followers. 

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