So Many Religions, So Many Paths To

The Fabled Musk Deer Searches The World Over For The Source Of The Scent Which Comes From Itself.

He Is Born In Vain, Who Having Attained The Human Birth, So Difficult To Get, Does Not Attempt To Realize God In This Very Life.

If A White Cloth Is Stained Even With A Small Spot, The Stain Appears Very Ugly Indeed. So The Smallest Fault Of A Holy Man Becomes Painfully Prominent.

It Is On Account Of The Ego That One Is Not Able To See God. In Front Of The Door Of God's Mansion Lies The Stump Of Ego. One Cannot Enter The Mansion Without Jumping Over The Stump.

If One Has Faith, One Has Everything.