The Self, having in dreams enjoyed the pleasures of sense, gone hither and thither, experienced good and evil, hastens back to the state of waking from which he started. As a man passes from dream to wakefulness, so does he pass from this life to the next.
The devotee engages to the best of his ability into the play of life, fulfilling his role on this earth as student, employee, husband, wife, parent, neighbor, and community servant. But at the heart of the devotee is a burning desire for the Lord.
Everything created by God is good, and nothing is to be rejected if is received with thanksgiving: for then it is consecrated by the word of God and prayer.
Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?
Without an ever-present sense of death, life is insipid. You might as well live on the whites of eggs.
