In the heart of an ancient forest, smelling of damp earth and sweet, night-blooming jasmine, where the gnarled, grey banyan trees wove their roots into the Earth's secrets, a circle of seekers gathered under a starlit canopy of the deepest indigo. Their eyes, reflecting the cool, distant starlight, sparkled with questions that danced between the absurd and the profound, their hearts yearning for truths beyond the ordinary. At the center, warmed by the golden glow of a crackling fire, sat Sadhuguru, his presence a quiet, unwavering flame, his smile a bridge between the cosmos and the soul. The seekers, faces illuminated in the flickering orange light, had chosen to ask 60 questions to Sadhuguru, each a riddle of science, seeking not just answers of fact, but insights of eternity. Sadhuguru's voice, like a river flowing through the quiet night, began to weave a tapestry of vibrant science and serene spirit. The sound was soft, yet it resonated through the clearing, seeming to blend with the gentle rustle of leaves and the low hum of the universe itself. "Ask, dear ones," he said. "Let us explore the outer worlds, with all their flashing lights and roaring sounds, to discover the silent, inner one."