You and the world should stop thinking of changing each other. Just allow a third person to do the needful. You know who I mean: God, the only Doer.
There are words which sever hearts more than sharp swords; there are words the point of which sting the heart through the course of a whole life.
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.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
