Mind is consciousness, which has limitations. We are originally unlimited and perfect. Later on we take on limitations and become the mind…There is no mind to control if you realise the self. The mind having vanished, the self shines forth.
He who loves me is made pure; his heart melts in joy. He rises to transcendental consciousness by the rousing of his higher emotional nature. Tears of joy flow from his eyes, his hair stands on end, his heart melts in love. The bliss in that state is so intense that, forgetful of himself and his surroundings, he sometimes weeps profusely, or laughs, or sings, or dances; such a devotee is a purifying influence upon the whole universe.
The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts.
