Nothing else is necessary
but these-love, sincerity and patience. What is life but growth, i.e.
expansion, i.e. love? Therefore all love is life, it is the only law of life;
all selfishness is death, and this is true here or hereafter. It is life to do
hood, it is death not to do good to others. Ninety per cent of human brutes you
see are dead, are ghosts-for none lives, my boys, but he who loves. Feel, my
children feel; feel for the poor, the ignorant the downtrodden; feel till the
heart stops and the brain reels and you think you will go mad then pour the
soul out at the feet of the Lord, and then will come power, help, and
indomitable energy… Be not afraid, my children. Look not up in that attitude on
fear towards that infinite starry vault as if it would crush you. Wait! In a
few hours more, the whole of it will be under your feet. Wait, money does not
pay, nor name; fame does not pay, nor learning. It is love that pays; it is
character that cleaves its way through adamantine walls of difficulties.
Those who are men and yet
have no feeling in the heart for man, well, are such to be counted as men at
all?
Duty is seldom sweet. It is
only when love greases its wheels that it runs smoothly; it is a continuous
friction otherwise. How else could parent do their duties to heir children,
husbands to their wives, and vice versa? Do we not meet with cases of friction every
day in our lives? Duty is sweet only through love, and love shines in freedom
alone. Yet is it freedom to be a slave to the sense, to anger, to jealousies
and a hundred other petty things that must occur every day in human life? In
all these little roughness’s that we meet with in life, the highest expression
of freedom is to forbear. Women, slaves to their own irritable, jealous
tempers, are apt to blame their husbands, and assert their own “freedom”, as
they think, not knowing that thereby they only prove that they are slaves. So
it is with husbands who eternally find fault with their wives.
Love never fails, my son;
today or tomorrow or ages after, truth will conquer. Love shall win the
victory. Do you love your fellow men? Where should you go to seek for God are
not all the poor, the miserable, the weak, Gods? Why not worship them first?
Why go to dig a well on the shores of the Ganga? Believe in the omnipotent
power of love. Who cares for these tinsel puffs of name? I never keep watch of
what the newspapers are saying. Have you love? You are omnipotent. Are you
perfectly unselfish? If so, you are irresistible. It is the Lord who protects
His children in the depths of the sea.
The individual’s life is in
the life of the whole, the individual’s happiness is in the happiness of the
whole; apart from the whole, the individual’s existence is inconceivable-this
is an eternal truth and is the bed-rock on which the universe is built. To move
slowly towards the infinite whole, bearing a constant feeling of intense
sympathy and sameness with it, being happy with its happiness and being
distressed in its affliction is the individual’s sole duty. Not only is it his
duty, but in its transgression is his death, while compliance with this great
truth leads to life immortal.
If in this hell of a world
one con bring a little joy and peace even for a day into the heart of a single
person, that much alone is true; this I have learnt after suffering all my
life; all else is mere moonshine…
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