I was reading this book: Sourcebook in Indian Philosophy by Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan and Charles Moore.
These are my notes:
Indian philosophy is one of the longest continuous developing system of philosophical thought. They gave importance to the philosophical system than the people behind them.
Four major periods of development:
The hymns do various things. They:
There is a mention of the caste system, dividing the people into four castes: Brahmin(priests), Rajanya (warriors; another name for Kshatriya), Vaishya (agriculturists, traders), and Sudra ( the servile class). There is a mention of the marriage system, since they say that "wives should not cheat". There is a mention of Heaven (ruled by Visnu) and Hell (ruled by Yama), where good and bad people go, respectively.
Some of the hymns show marked intelligent thought. The following are some example hymns:
Non-being then existed not nor being:
There was no air, nor sky that is beyond it.
What was concealed? Wherein? In whose protection?
And was there deep unfathomable water?
Death then existed not nor life immortal;
Of neither night nor day was any token.
By its inherent force the One breathed windless:
No other thing than that beyond existed.
Darkness there was at first by darkness hidden;
Without distinctive marks, this all was water.
That which, becoming, by the void was covered,
That One by force of heat came into being.
Desire entered the One in the beginning:
It was the earliest seed, of thought the product.
The sages searching in their hearts with wisdom,
Found out the bond of being in non-being.
Their ray extended light across the darkness:
But was the One above or was it under?
Creative force was there, and fertile power:
Below was energy, above was impulse.
Who knows for certain? Who shall here declare it?
Whence was it born, and whence came this creation?
The gods were born after this world's creation:
Then who can konw from whence it has arisen?
None knoweth whence creation has arisen;
And whether he has or has not produced it:
He who surveys it in the highest heaven,
He only knows, or haply he may know not.
Striving for strength bring forth a laud to Indra, a truthful hymn if he in truth existeth. One and another say, There is no Indra. Who hath beheld him? Whom then shall we honour?
Of whom, the terrible, they ask, "Where is he?", Of whom, indeed, they also say, "He is not." The foemen's wealth, like player's stakes, he lessens, Believe in him: for he, O men, is Indra.