Death Fosters Life That Life May Suckle

Suffering Makes Us Capable Of The Full Force Of The Master Of Delight; It Makes Us Capable Also To Bear The Utter Play Of The Master Of Power. Pain Is The Key That Opens The Gates Of Strength; It Is The High-road That Leads To The City Of Beatitude.

When I Approached God At That Time, I Hardly Had A Living Faith In Him. The Agnostic Was In Me, The Atheist Was In Me, The Sceptic Was In Me And I Was Not Absolutely Sure That There Was A God At All. I Did Not Feel His Presence. Yet Something Drew Me To The Truth Of The Vedas, The Truth Of The Gita, The Truth Of The Hindu Religion.

It Is True That The Subliminal In Man Is The Largest Part Of His Nature And Has In It The Secret Of The Unseeen Dynamisms Which Explain His Surface Activities. But The Lower Vital Subconscious Which Is All That This Psycho-analysis Of Freud Seems To Know, - And Of That It Knows Only A Few Ill-lit Corners, - Is No More Than A Restricted And Very Inferior Portion Of The Subliminal Whole... To Begin By Opening Up The Lower Subconscious, Risking To Raise Up All That Is Foul Or Obscure In It, Is To Go Out Of One's Way To Invite Trouble.

Watch The Too Indignantly Righteous. Before Long You Will Find Them Committing Or Condoning The Very Offence Which They Have So Fiercely Censured.

That Within Us Which Seeks To Know And To Progress Is Not The Mind But Something Behind It Which Makes Use Of It.